"Tell Dan I enjoyed his comments on the photographs very much.
They were quite a refreshing contrast to the usual explanations of
'who's who.' And Felicity, your rusks were perfection. Do send me
your recipe for them, there's a darling.
"Yours most cordially,
AGNES CLARK LESLEY.
"Well, it was decent of her to apologize, anyhow," commented Dan.
"If we only hadn't said that about the Governor," moaned Felicity.
"How did you make your rusks?" asked Aunt Janet. "There was no
baking-powder in the house, and I never could get them right with
soda and cream of tartar."
"There was plenty of baking-powder in the pantry," said Felicity.
"No, there wasn't a particle. I used the last making those
cookies Thursday morning."
"But I found another can nearly full, away back on the top shelf,
ma,--the one with the yellow label. I guess you forgot it was
there."
Aunt Janet stared at her pretty daughter blankly. Then amazement
gave place to horror.
"Felicity King!" she exclaimed. "You don't mean to tell me that
you raised those rusks with the stuff that was in that old yellow can?"
"Yes, I did," faltered Felicity, beginning to look scared. "Why,
ma, what was the matter with it?"
"Matter! That stuff was TOOTH-POWDER, that's what it was.
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