“I'd just enjoy telling the poor old proff what Hilda——” began Nannie, but the persevering president interrupted her.
“Young ladies, you will now come to order and consider the subject in hand.”
“Which hand? Or in other words, where's that article? I should like to see it,” said Hilda.
“It appeared in the Tribune, but I didn't see it,” said Puddy, “but I can give you some little bits, here and there, that I jotted down as George Daly read them. Now listen.”
“Order,” said the president.
“'First catch your fish,'” Puddy read impressively, looking around for approval.
“First go a-fishing, I should say,” said Hilda.
“'Don't hang up your fish on a hook in the housekeeper's department and think your work is done.'”
“That's Hugh Millett,” murmured the president. “I don't think he's been home since he returned from his wedding trip.”
“'Start with a clear fire, not too hot. Don't pile on all the wood and coal at once, for if the fire burns down before your fish is done it will be quite spoiled.'”