a day, and between
times, too! Now would you like some more strawberry receipts for your
cook-book?"

"Yes, indeed!" said Mildred, running to get a pencil. Then Miss Betty
gave her these:

STRAWBERRY CAKE

1 small cup of sugar.
1/2 cup of butter.
1 cup of cold water.
1 egg.
2 cups of flour.
3 rounded teaspoonfuls of baking-powder.

Put the baking-powder in the flour and mix well. Rub the butter
and sugar to a cream. Beat the egg without separating, and add
this; add a little water, then a little of the flour, and so on
till all is in. Bake in two shallow tins. When done, and just
before serving, put a layer of crushed, sweetened berries between
the two layers and cover the top with whipped cream dotted with
whole berries. Or cover with powdered sugar and whole berries and
pass plain cream.

"This rule makes perfectly delicious raspberry or peach shortcake, too.
Try it as soon as raspberries come, Mildred, for you will love it. Now
just one more rule, and this is especially for Brownie."

STRAWBERRY RUSSE

Get a dozen ladyfingers, split them in halves, and cut each one in
two. Arrange these around the edge of small glasses; fill the
centers with berries cut in halves and sweetened, and cover with
whipped cream; put one berry on top of each.

"Oh, Miss Betty give me one more, please!" begged Brownie. "I love
special ones, just for me."

"Very well; here is one of the cunningest ones you ever saw."

BOX SHORTCAKES

Get from the baker's some small, oblong sponge-cakes; with a sharp
knife mark all around the top edge, and then take out the middle
part, leaving small, empty boxes. Fill these heaping full of
sliced berries, or, if you can get them, small field berries, and
cover the tops with powdered sugar; pass a pitcher of cream.

"Of course you can make little cakes at home for these instead of buying
them at the baker's, but really, for this particular receipt, the bought
ones are better. Hark! Isn't that your mother calling?"

It was, so they called Jack, who was reading "Kim" in the library, and
all went home.

CHAPTER VIII

IN CAMP

"I've a nice long vacation ahead of me," announced Father Blair at
breakfast one hot summer morning, "and I've set my heart on going to
Maine on a camping trip. I don't want any guide to take care of me, yet
I do need some one who will help me cook. I