“I am much obliged. I like to hear all about it, even if I can’t make the things.” “Now about that leg of mutton: I propose you roast the loin end to-morrow, and there will be a little left cold, which you will not use on Monday, but cook the other half—have it boiled, with caper sauce, or roasted.” “I will boil it, for that is a dish we all like; only what to do with cold _boiled_ mutton I don’t know; that is why, though we like it, we never have it.” “Tuesday, you will have the remains of the Sunday roast and the remains of Monday’s boiled mutton, and I will run in and show you how to make a nice dish of them; but be sure to boil the half leg in only just enough water, and _very slowly_, and keep the broth; if you boil a turnip and onion with it, it will be all the better for broth and meat.” “Thank you; that sounds like a great improvement on hot meat Sunday and cold Monday and Tuesday. What about that kidney? I haven’t an idea how to cook it.” “Soak it in salt and water an hour; cut it in pieces half an inch thick, leaving out the core; flour them; put them in a saucepan with half a table-spoonful of butter and a thin slice of onion, unless it is disliked; let them fry five minutes, then add half a tea-cup of boiling water, and stand the saucepan where it will just simmer ten minutes—if you leave it longer the kidney will be hard. I like to have it served on toast, but that is optional; only be sure it is served as soon as cooked, and with quite hot plates.” “Thank you ever so much. Mr. Lennox will enjoy his breakfast, I’ve no doubt.” “I hope you will, too,” said Molly. “I dare say I shall, thanks to you.” Molly hurried home, for she had her own dinner to attend to; and to-night she was going to look over her accounts and convince Harry that “Ten Dollars” is “Enough” to pay all the weekly expenses they would be likely to incur. CHAPTER IX. VEAL CUTLETS, BREADED. WHEN Molly reached home it was nearly six. Marta had followed directions fairly well, but Molly had taken the precaution to do everything she could before leaving home. She had herself cut half the veal cutlets into neat pieces, the size of a large oyster, leaving the rest for her pie, pounded each, squeezed on it a few drops of lemon juice, and piled one upon the other, and told Marta to leave them so an hour or two, then bread them exactly as she had done the lamb chops. She had also cut some _thin_ slices of breakfast bacon, taken off the rind and dark inner skin very thinly; and now, having let the frying-pan get quite hot, she put the bacon in it. As soon as it looked clear she turned it; it curled up, and when it had been in the pan about three minutes she took it out and laid in the cutlets; the half a dozen pieces left room to turn them about comfortably.