Whisk the whites of two eggs to a stiff froth. Beat the whites of two and yolks of three together, very light, and beat them into the batter, the frothed whites last. Have your muffin-cups hot and well buttered. Pour in the mixture, and bake twenty to twenty-five minutes in a quick oven. Serve the moment they are up to the top of the cups and a nice brown color, otherwise they will fall and grow sodden. The same receipt, minus baking-powder and lard, makes excellent waffles. If you like them thick and soft, fill the irons well with batter. If they are preferred thin and crisp, use less. Should they still seem too solid, thin with a little milk. The secret of good waffles is the cooking. The irons must be constantly turned over a steady fire to prevent blistering or scorching and to give to both sides an appearance of evenness. Never wait to bake a quantity, but serve as fast as the iron turns them out. When you have reached the point mentioned in directions for Virginia puffs where the quart of milk has been stirred into a pint of flour, leave the paste to grow cold. Before dinner beat in the four eggs and a half-pint of dry flour. These fritters are delicious with a hot sauce for dessert, but may be metamorphosed into an entrée by the addition of bananas, apples, or apricots, cut small and stirred lightly into the batter at the last moment before frying. Put a pound or more of best leaf lard in a deep iron skillet, and let it come to a boil. Dip the fritter mixture up in a large kitchen spoon. Hold over the skillet, and cut it from the spoon with a knife. It will fall into the hot lard somewhat in the form of the bowl of the spoon. The name "bell" implies that they should not be flat and shapeless, but nicely rounded. AN AWAKENING. BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS. I used to think that Fido was a most exciting pet; He'd come up in the morning and beneath the bed-clothes get, And play that he was savage, and go biting at my toes; But now he doesn't scare me--little Fi no longer goes. I used to think our gardener a hero great and grand, The biggest man of all the big in all our great big land; But now I take no stock in him; he doesn't interest, Although to make a wonder he just tries his level best. You see, somebody gave me, not so very long ago, A little book of fairy tales--it's wonderful, you know, To read about the fearful things they do in books like that. And it's what's made old Fido and the gardener seem flat. I want a dragon for a pet--a dragon big and fierce-- That feeds on fire and powder, with a glance that seems to pierce, I sort of don't get wrought up by old Fido when I read Of how that fierce old dragon takes in lions for his feed. And as for John the garden man, he doesn't seem to me One half the hero that one time I thought that he must be, For he don't kill off giants, like Hop o' my Thumb and Jack, And all my liking for his tales is growing very slack.