Ginger-bread is very handsome! It's so brown! And every time you eat a piece you have to have another! That shows its worth as well as its handsomeness! And besides you can smell it a long way off when you're coming home! Especially when you're coming home from school! It has molasses in it too. And that's very instructive! As well as ginger! And other spices! The Geography is full of them! Molasses comes from New Orleans! Spices come from Asia! Except Jamaica Ginger comes from Drug Stores! There are eggs in ginger-bread too! And that's Natural History and very important! They have to be hen's eggs I think! I had some guineas once and they looked like chipmunks when they hatched. You can't make ginger-bread out of anything that looks like chipmunks! It takes three eggs to make ginger-bread! And one cupful of sugar! And some baking soda! And---- "Oh Tush!" said the Blinded Lady. "That isn't a picture! It's a recipe!--Read another!" "Dear me! Dear me!" said my Mother. "Now some child is suffering!" She looked all around to see which child it was. Carol kicked Rosalee. Rosalee kicked me. I kicked Carol. We all looked just as queer as we could outside. "Read _on_!" thumped the Blinded Lady. My Father read on. "This next one," he said, "seems to be about Soldiers!" "Soldiers?" said the Blinded Lady. "Soldiers?" She sat up very straight. She cocked her head on one side. "Read it!" she said. "I'm reading it!" said my Father. The most scrumptious sight I've ever seen in my life is Soldiers Marching! I saw them once in New York! It was _glorious_! All the reds and the blues and the browns of the Uniforms! And when the Band played all the different instruments it seemed as though it was really _gold_ and _silver_ music they were playing! It makes you feel so brave! And so unselfish! But most of all it makes you wish you were a milk-white pony with diamond hoofs! So that you could _sparkle_! And _prance_! And _rear_! And _run away_ just for fun! And _run_ and _run_ and _run_ down clattery streets and through black woods and across green pastures _snorting fire_--till you met more Soldiers and more Bands and more Gold and Silver Music! So that you could _prance_ and _sparkle_ and _rear_ and _run away_ all over again,--with _flags flying_! "U-m-m," said the Blinded Lady. "That _is_ pretty! And spirited too!--But--But it doesn't exactly warm the heart.--And no one but a boy, anyway, would _want_ to think about soldiers every day.--Read the next one!" said the Blinded Lady. "Oh all right," said my Father. "Here's the last one." "Read it!" said the Blinded Lady. "I'm trying to!" said my Father. He cleared his throat and put on his eye-glasses all over again. "Ahem!" he said. "The most beautifulest thing I've ever seen in all my life is my Mother's face. It's so----"