Molly Brown's Orchard Home

h it was explained to her that there was a good cellar under the studio and you went up several steps to the entrance. For a week before they left her, she would emit groans and shake her

ms in readiness for you and you c

io for six months, as we have rented it for that time. As for the dirt we are sure to fi

blamed it on that very pert Miss Kean, who had defied her from the beginning; but what could one expect from a girl brought up in no place in particular, not even born in a fixed

ting wing and of the direful things that had befallen them. "The idea of any one as huge as she is wearing tight black satin! Why, I noticed two great square high-lights on her, measuring six inches

lady's bosom, and then even the reflections in those high-lights? But weren't you amused at the 'unmerci

e Bois de Boulogne and one poor gentleman was lost at sea. Two of these calamities certainly could not have happened in this place. I'd defy anyone to get married here, even to a wor

sionate and moody. She was extravagant in her affection for Molly and seemed eager to please Mrs. Brown. On the one occasion in which she

hinks I am. I got in wrong at Wellington and never could live down that scrape. Breaking the eleventh commandment is a terrible mistake: getting found out, I mean. I really d

and then she had such a wise little friend, Madeleine Pettit, who showed her how to work. You know I am your friend, Frances, and always did like you. You must not thi

ndsome, dashing Frances. "I don't trust her, Molly. She certainly did a dishonorable thing at college, and her e

good-bye with Alphonsine for their respected landlady. The Marquise d'Ochtè sent her limousine to convey them to their new quarters, and knowing the habits of the r

n the studio and a wonderful green bowl of chrysanthemums on the table. A little note was stuck in the flowers, b

ee how they could have slept here last night, eaten breakfast here, and left everything in such apple pie order. I almost wish Mrs. Pace could see it, just to keep her f

ble, he will bring Elise to us bag and baggage. So Pierce told me when he stopped in on his way to the art school to see if he could be of any service to us in the move. Oh, my mother, aren't we going to have a lovely time in our own little flat and away from that terrible dragon?" Molly

e we are in Paris. If this housekeeping is going to make you slave constantly, we will give it up and go back to Mrs. P

w a cup of tea or boil an egg, and I fancy Elise has not had the kind of training that would make her very domestic. Of cour

djoining studio. "I saw you had just moved in and I came to offer my assistance in settling you if

ing a man's as the law allowed: black Turkish trousers and a workman's blouse with paint all over the back, giving it very much the effect of the Bents' china press. Mrs. Brown and Moll

of the concierge. I thought I'd begin by asking you to afternoon tea to-morrow. I wish I could have you to-day but I've got a model posing for me and I must work every minute of daylig

eally 'Polly?'

e; but you will see his things for yourself. I'd like to give him a good shaking and stand him in the corner. The poor fool can draw; made quite a name for himself at Carlo Rossi's and has a sense of color that even this c

though, and think it will be grand to

could stand little mouths. But, Molly, how on earth does she manage to wipe her paint brush

y cordial and kind. I wish Aunt Clay could know that we are

with mirrors which gave it quite a spacious effect. The madame who presided was lovely and looked just like a cocoa advertisement in her cap and apron. They made their purchases of freshly ground Mocha-a

ting off pounds and half pounds, quarter pounds and even two sous' worth. Molly and her mother followed their noses to the freshest pyramid. It seemed to be just out of the churn and Molly declared that it made her ho

lard, salt, pepper, sugar and what not. Then the bakery, to order the little crescent rol

t the bakery. "What can it be? It is a mixture of all g

er, stretching across the whole fireplace, all arranged to turn by a common crank. On these spits were stuck specimens of the different birds, and a fat, red-faced youth in white cap and blouse turned the spit and basted the browning fowls from a long, deep trough which caught all of the drippings. And so it happened that the turkeys borrowed delicac

le lot of gravy, beaucoup

d determined to take an extra quantity to the be

would, and she was so happy at being made one of the gay little crowd in the Rue Brea and so

claimed Elise. "I am going to learn how to cook, if Molly will help me. Mamma never would let me go near the kitchen, and do

nd of steak. Now this roast chicken is the best I have ever tasted, with a gravy that has the squawk of the wild duck and the coo o

turkey; and what at

. But what mattered that? Was not the coffee in the cups of the hottest and clearest and strongest? Was not the chicken and gravy, on the miscellaneous plates, food for the gods? Was not the rice, à la New Orleans, a marvel of culinary skill? Where but in Paris could o

aid Molly. "You remember what Sydney Smith said of him: 'Our Garrick's

sked Elise. "'A spendthrift for oil; a niggard for vin

they were sure of it. There was a general scramble from the kimonoed crowd, who were not expecting a visitor at this hour. But Mrs. Brown, who wore a black China

pour Mada

e not order

sket was lifted from his head, there, in verity, was reposing a beautiful mocha cak

Mumsy," laughed Molly

ned out to be a bunch of violets apiece for the four lad

ming, girls! What next? I

, with its luscious, soft coffee-flavored covering, hardly

utting her throat with her hand, "which in plain English means 'stuffed'. I am glad we can't eat t

e, but they were forcibly held by Elise and Judy

as she declares I am so sallow, so I shall steam over the dishpan. Let's make a rule never to leave the dishes, no matter how tired we are. Mr. Kinsella says that when he and my father were sharing a studio here in Paris, when th

ber me, too, and send me a bunch of violets," s

Trojan to let him see how I appreciate his interest in me." Elise blushed rather more than mere gratitude called for, and Judy thought tha