Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday went by. More and more certainly Granny Flynn’s prophecy seemed on the way to be proved true. The twin sets of plans worked perfectly. It looked as though the summer were going by without a hitch. Then came Thursday—Floribel’s and Zeke’s day out.
CHAPTER X RESPONSIBILITY
Really, as Rosie pointed out, the work for Floribel’s and Zeke’s day out began the morning before. You had to make sure then that there was enough raw material in the house for the three meals of the next day. Therefore, early Wednesday morning before they went to market, the three girls sat down at the typewriter and worked out the program of their three meals.
“Rosie, you take charge of this first day,” Maida urged, “you’ve had so much more experience than Laura or me. Don’t you think she ought, Laura?”
“I certainly do,” Laura agreed with conviction. “Thank goodness, breakfast is always easy. It’s fruit, and breakfast food and eggs. Thank goodness too, that fruit grows already made. Just think how much work it would be if we had to cook oranges and peaches, or if we had to shell berries. And what a blessing milk is! How nice of the cow to deliver it all cooked.”
“Well, then,” Rosie began, taking the situation in hand at once, “let’s start with fruit. Let’s have oranges—”
“Oh let’s!” interrupted Maida excitedly, “I know a perfectly beautiful way to prepare oranges. You cut the skins into quarters and then into eighths while they’re still on the orange. You don’t pull them off, but you turn them back, so that the orange stands in the midst of petals of its own peel—just like a gold pond-lily.”