g. Before long the little cakes were in the oven and out again,
crisp and hot; almost too good to be saved, the girls thought, and so
did Jack. But they knew there would not be time to-morrow to make any
others, so they had to keep these, and when they were cold, shut them up
in the cake-box.

"Now I think you have cooked enough for to-day," said their mother,
after she had tasted one small crumb of their cakes and pronounced them
perfect.

"But, Mother, what about the salad?" asked Brownie.

"Oh, do you really think we need salad with all these good things?"

"Honestly, I don't think we need it at all," said Mildred; "but I do
think it would be nice to have it, because it's a party."

"Very well! But what can we have? Lettuce, and tomatoes, and other fresh
vegetables are really out of season, or, at any rate, we cannot get them
in this town; and yet we ought to have a green salad, because, of
course, nobody could possibly eat chicken or lobster salad after a
Thanksgiving dinner."

"I could!" called Jack, from the next room; but nobody paid any
attention.

"Well, here is an idea--string-bean salad. That is very easy to make,
and very good, too, and we can make it out of canned beans and nobody
will know it. I will tell you how to make it now, because I'll be so
busy to-morrow, and then, in the afternoon, you can get it ready
quickly."

STRING-BEAN SALAD

1 pint of string beans, cooked and cold.
2 hard-boiled eggs.
A little lettuce, if you have it.
French dressing.

Drain the beans well and sprinkle them with a little salt and
pepper. If they are canned, let them lie on a platter for at
least an hour. Arrange them on a few white lettuce leaves on
plates, or omit the lettuce and use a few yellow celery leaves;
put two strips of hard-boiled egg on the plate, one on each side
of the beans, and, just before serving, pour a little French
dressing over all. This salad must be very cold.

"Now, certainly, that is all," said Mother Blair, as they wrote this
down, "and I'm sure nobody will go home hungry after such a supper as
that!"

"And what hot drink are you going to have, Mother?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that. I planned something which is especially
Thanksgivingy, too. It is really and truly what the Pilgrim Fathers are
supposed to have made for Thanksgiving Day out of wild grapes; but I am
sure they had no lemons or spices, so it could not have been quite as
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