If the chicken is packed in the shape of a dome it will slope from the sides, and the paste can be pressed round the _inside_ edge to make it adhere to the dish; wet it slightly, then roll the paste for a cover half an inch thick; lay it on, press, with your forefinger laid flat to form a groove between the chicken and the dish, so that the inner edge of the under paste adheres to the upper one; don’t press the _outer_ edge at all; trim round with a sharp knife, make a good-sized hole in the centre and ornament with twisted paste, or as you choose; brush all over with white of egg (not the edges, or they will not rise) and bake an hour and a quarter in a good steady oven. Before it is cold, pour the gravy made from giblets through the hole in the top, using a funnel for the purpose. This pie is excellent cold, but if made the day before using, when made hot it will take quite half an hour to heat through. Lay a paper over to protect the crust. CHAPTER XI. WHAT TO DO WITH A SOUP-BONE. “I DON’T think there is any more painful fact connected with a small income than one’s inability to do anything for the distress one hears of,” said Harry as he chipped an egg at breakfast on Sunday morning. “I feel that too, very keenly; but are you thinking of any special instance?” “Yes, a poor fellow was killed a few weeks ago on the track here, and he left a delicate wife and three little children. They were taking up a collection in the cars for her yesterday. I contributed my mite, of course; but what are a few dollars in a case like that? They say he had been out of work for weeks before he got the employment that led to his death, and that if some more permanent help does not reach them, they will be near starvation this winter.” “Oh, surely not, certainly not, if people only know of the distress; each one will do a little, and so very little will keep hunger from them,” said Molly confidently. “Well, I hope so, but unfortunately times are very hard, and these people are strangers, while all Greenfield charity is needed for the well-known poor.” “Well, I believe in each one doing the duty that lies before him without waiting to see if others do theirs. We are strangers here, too; so perhaps we have the best right to help those like ourselves.” “But, my dear Molly,” expostulated Harry, “we can but just meet our own expenses.” “I know, but if there is any real need we _must_ do our part; not as I should like to do it, for to a needy family I would _like_ to give beefsteak and comforts as well as necessities, but that we can’t do. What we can we will. Can we spare a dollar a month, do you think, from our twenty dollars margin?” “Why, of course, if you say so.” “I do, if necessary. I will see the woman and judge if the need is very pressing, and then, perhaps, some of our neighbors will do something.” “You’re a brick, Molly, my dear, but what you may be thinking of I don’t know.”