"We'll just have to give them a lecture on self-control and set them to work."
"It's a glorious lot we've got. Where's Mother? We must show them to her and Grandmother and Aunt Louise."
So there was an exhibit of "food products" that brought the Ethels many compliments. Shelf upon shelf of their private kitchen was filled with boxes and tins, and every day added to the quantity, for Mary came in occasionally to bring a wee fruit cake, Aunt Louise sent over cookies, and Mrs. Emerson added a box of professional candy to the pile.
"They tell me at the candy store that very hard candy doesn't last well," she said. "It grows moist."
"That's why Miss Dawson gave me these receipts for softish candies like fudge. It's well to remember that at Christmas time when you're selecting candies for presents."
"I don't believe the Ethels ever will buy any candies again," said Mrs. Morton. "They've become so expert in making them that they quite look down on the professionals."
"Did you see the paper this morning?" asked Mrs. Emerson.
When the girls said that they had not, she produced a clipping.
"Grandfather thought that perhaps this might have escaped your notice, so he sent it over."
Ethel Brown took it and Ethel Blue read it over her shoulder.