11. Turn out on a warm platter.
12. Trim with parsley and serve at once.
"That's not so easy," thought the little girl, "but I guess I can manage it—he'll not be very par-tic-u-lar."
But she had very little trouble; for she read what her mother had written; and followed each direction exactly, all the way through the recipe.
"Blessin's on ye, Miss," said the tramp, as Mary Frances carried the smoking dish out on the porch to him with a slice of bread and butter. "You've got a kind heart, you 'ave, to be shure. Ain't that—whatever it is—a beauty!"
"It is real pretty," said Mary Frances, feeling quite proud. "I just made it for you. I'm learning to cook. My mother's away—and I'm here all alone just now except for Jubey and the Kitchen F—— (she caught herself just in time). Jubey is the kitten, you know. My lessons just came to Omelet, and—why, what's the matter with it?" she cried, dismayed. "It's all fallen flat! I wonder if I got it done. It gets flatter and flatter."
The tears sprang to her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she said.