"What is that?" asked Rose, as Dolly measured out some lard, and put it on the table.
"What do you suppose it is, for mercy's sake? I dare say you thought it was cheese. It would be just like you; it's lard, of course."
"How much did you put in, Aunt Dolly?"
"The usual quantity; how do you suppose my pies would taste, if I made them helter-skelter?"
"That's why I asked you," answered Rose, meekly.
"Well, how much did I put in? Why, there's that bowl full," said Dolly, "haven't you got eyes?"
"But if that bowl should get broke, Aunt Dolly, I couldn't tell, unless I had another exactly that size, how much to take."
"I suppose it must needs be a yellow bowl, too," sneered Dolly, "just like this, with a black rim round the edge; how ridikilis!"
"Isn't there any rule?" asked Rose, despondingly; "how shall I know when I get it right?"
"Why, go by your common sense, of course; how ridikilis; there, now, just see how you have cut those apples, all sorts of ways; wasted half of 'em in the parings."