DECEMBER, 1925
Vol. LXXXVI NUMBER 3
As Is
HOW MAUDE’S AUNT DEMONSTRATED THAT SHE WASN’T YOUNG, LIKE HER CHARMING NIECE, AND DIDN’T CARE TO BE SILLY
By Elisabeth Sanxay Holding
MISS CARTER fished out the last doughnut from the kettle of bubbling fat, laid it on a sheet of brown paper, and sprinkled it with powdered sugar.
“They’re extra good this time!” she said to herself.
She stood looking down at them. There they lay in rows and rows, feathery light, richly crisp and brown.
“Oh, my!” she cried. “I do wish I could eat just one!”
But even one doughnut would be treachery to Maude.