"MOTHER writes that she is so glad you are giving Billy such good lunches," said Father, looking up from his letter. "I've been waiting a long time for an invitation to lunch, little daughter. Do you know, I'll be quite jealous of Billy if my turn doesn't come soon!"
"Oh, Father," Mary Frances begged, "won't you come to-morrow? I didn't think you could get away from the store,—and I don't know so very much to cook."
"Thank you, Miss Mary Frances, I'll be most happy to lunch with you to-morrow," said Father, in a real so-ci-e-ty tone.
When Mary Frances went into the kitchen next morning, she said:
"I guess I'll make the dessert first; rice pudding is good cold."
"It is ex-cel-lent cold," spoke the deep voice of Baking Dish, "es-pec-i-ally if made by
No. 24.—Rice Pudding.
| 3 tablespoons rice |
| ¼ cup sugar |
| 1/8 teaspoon salt |
| sprinkling nutmeg |
| 4 cups milk, or 3 cups milk and 1 cup water |