“Wouldn’t it be rather clever to learn how to make it first?” interrupting this flight into future possibilities.
“Bridget, Bridget, come here!” called Hester.
Bridget, who was brushing up the sick-room, came down the little hall and entered the kitchen.
“Do you see all those?” cried Hester, pointing to a bowl full of yolks standing on the table. “Now if you had your own way, what would you do with them?’
“Make ’em into mayonnaise, miss.”
“Of course you would, you extravagant creature! Well, that is just what we want you to do. Tell her, Julie—it is your scheme.”
An amazed and delighted Bridget heard the girl unfold her plan.
“Shure it’s a wonder yez are, Miss Julie, the two of yez, an’ my dressin’ can’t be beat. Could I be after showin’ yez how this mornin’?”
“I’ll go straight into the grocery now and get a bottle of oil,” exclaimed Julie, and calling Peter Snooks, she was off in five minutes.
She noticed as she went down the stairs that the door of the apartment underneath them was ajar, and to her astonishment Peter Snooks, that most well-behaved of dogs, thrust his nose into the crack and vanished.