Beat the whites until stiff, add the prunes when cold, pile lightly into a buttered baking dish and bake twenty minutes in a slow oven. Serve with cream.
CHAPTER LXXV
THE WEDDING INVITATIONS
BOB and Bettina had scarcely sat down to dinner one crisp cold evening, when they heard laughing voices at the door. "It sounds like Alice," said Bettina. "What can she be up to now? And Harry, too!"
Bob had already thrown open the door, and there, as Bettina had guessed, were Alice and Harry, each carrying a large box.
"We've come to deliver your invitation to the wedding," said Alice. "It may be unconventional, but it's fun. The rest we are going down to mail—that is, if we don't get frightened at the idea, and pitch the boxes in the river instead."
"If that's the way you feel," said Harry firmly, "I'll carry your box myself."
"Please don't, Harry! Just think, I may never have another opportunity of mailing the invitations to my own wedding, so don't deprive me of the privilege."