"Here I am, Bob, in the kitchen! I'm so ashamed of myself!"
"What for?"
"My carelessness. I just spilled a whole bottle of ink on this new apron of mine! I had begun to get dinner, and as it was a little early, I sat down for a minute to finish a letter to Polly. Then all at once I thought something was burning, and jumped up in such a hurry that I spilled the ink. I ought to have known better than to try to do two things at once! Luckily, the dinner was all right, but look at this apron! And it was such a pretty one!"
"Well, Bettina, I'm always getting ink and auto grease on my clothes, and you seem to keep yours spotless. So it is a surprise to me that it happened. Still, spoiling a new apron may be unfortunate, but I shouldn't call it tragic. Is it really spoiled?"
"No, I think I can fix it up so it will be almost as good as new, but it's a nuisance. See, I'm soaking it in this sour milk. I'll leave it here for four hours, and then apply some more milk for awhile. Then I believe the ink will come out when I rinse it."
"Well, Bettina, I'm glad you didn't spill ink on the dinner. Something smells mighty good!"
They had:
Beef Balls Gravy
Mashed Potatoes
Bettina's Celery and Eggs
Cinnamon Rolls Butter
Watermelon
BETTINA'S RECIPES