t; cut it into a
circle, butter it and lay it on a hot plate. When the egg is done
take a cake turner, butter its edge and slip it under the muffin
ring and egg together and hold it over the pan till the water
drips away; then take off the ring, slip the egg carefully on the
round of toast, add just a sprinkle of salt and one of pepper, and
a bit of parsley. Cover the plate till you serve it, to keep it
hot.

"Now, Mildred, I think you had better run home and get out the things
for your tray, and I'll come over just before lunch and help you lay it
prettily, if you want me to. See if you can find a pretty, thin cup for
the soup, and a plate that looks well with it, and something perfectly
_dear_ for the junket. And a little napkin, not a large one. I'll bring
a flower; you know you always have to have a flower for a sick-tray."

"You do?" Mildred's eyes were round. "What for, Miss Betty? You don't
eat a flower!" she giggled.

"No, but you can't eat so well without it, if you are sick. Just wait
till you are, and you'll see."

So Mildred went home and got out all the things she could think of for
her mother's lunch and laid them on one end of the kitchen table. Then
she tip-toed into the sick room, gave her mother her medicine and a cool
drink of water, and turned her pillow over. After that she went out to
begin the lunch.

She found Norah had plenty of junket tablets, so first of all she
followed the rule for that. It was very easy indeed, and in just a
moment she poured half the junket into a little glass for her mother,
and the other half into an egg cup-mold for Jack's lunch. She put both
of these right on ice so they would be firm, and used half the tablet
instead of a quarter as her rule suggested, to be perfectly certain the
junket would be firm enough by noon.

"You must be sure not to let them stand one minute, Miss Mildred," said
Norah as she watched her. "If you do, they'll never set at all."

"Why not, Norah? Couldn't I just set the dish on the table for two
minutes before I put it away?"

Norah assured her that it was quite impossible. "Junket isn't like
gelatine; it won't wait," she said. So Mildred hurried just as fast as
she could.

Next she made the soup; she found a cup of spinach in the refrigerator,
and used that exactly as the receipt said, and the soup was a lovely
pale green color. She put this where it would keep hot, and then boiled
the water to poa