The fudge was made and declared the finest ever tasted.
“Oh, but you girls say that every time I treat you,” laughed Mrs. Hubert.
“It’s true, and that shows how you improve in candy-making every time you cook it for us,” retorted Zan, quickly.
“Which interpreted means: ‘Be sure and give us fudge every time we visit you,’” laughed Mrs. Hubert.
“You’d hear no kick coming from the Woodcrafters,” added Jane.
“Jane! There you go again with your slang! I thought Miss Miller was curing you girls of that pernicious habit,” said Mrs. Hubert.
“We were cured, Mother, but you see our brothers were still ill with the despised complaint and we caught it again, didn’t we Zan?” said Jane, appealing to her competitor in slang.
Zan’s mouth was too full of fudge to reply but she nodded her head vigorously to express her feelings about slang.
“Dear, dear, such girls!” sighed Mrs. Hubert, taking a recipe book from the shelf and turning to a page of candies.
“Girls, shall I show you how to make nougat?” asked she.