"'Now Madame has only to turn it,' said the old woman.
"'A little sharp jerk,' said the old man.
"'Not too strong,' said the young man.
"'One jerk! houp! my dear,' said I.
"'If you all speak at once I shall never dare; besides, it is very heavy, you know—'
"'One little sharp jerk—'
"'But I cannot—it will all go into the fire—oh!'
"In the heat of the action her hood had fallen; she was red as a peach, her eyes glistened, and in spite of her anxiety, she burst out laughing. At last, after a supreme effort, the frying-pan executed a rapid movement and the omelette rolled, a little heavily I must confess, on the large plate which the old woman held.
"Never was there a finer-looking omelet."
This is an excellent description of the dish which is made for you at every little cabaret in France, as well as at the best hotels. That dexterous turn of the wrist by which the omelet is turned over is, however, hard to reach. Let any lady try it. I have been taken into the kitchen in a hotel in the Riviera to see a cook who was so dexterous as to turn the frying-pan over entirely, without spilling the omelet.