I was honoured by everybody at the dinner. The rice was singularly fine. The grains kept their own perfect shapes.
After the dinner I approached Mrs. Schuyler with ink and paper.
“Will you write your recommendation of my rice-cooking?” I said.
She gazed at me questioningly.
“What a funny girl! What shall I say?”
Then I dictated solemnly thus:
“To whom it may concern:
“I highly recommend Miss Morning Glory with her honourable art of rice-cooking. Her method is Japanese, that is to say, the best in the world.
Mrs. Schuyler”
21st:—Without a nephew Mother Schuyler wouldn’t be a complete old dear.