1 lb. fillet of veal 0 1 0 Half a ham, 3½ lbs. 0 2 4 Leg of lamb (Australian) 0 3 1 Half a calf’s head 0 2 9 1¼ lb. neck of veal 0 1 0 Cucumber 0 0 4 2½ lb. new potatoes 0 0 5 3 lb. potatoes 0 0 3 2 lb. cod 0 1 0 Sponge cakes 0 0 6 Milk 0 1 9 Pint of gooseberries 0 0 3 1-pint packet lemon jelly 0 0 4 Small bottle olive oil 0 0 5½ ½ lb. tea 0 0 10 1½ lb. butter at 1s. 4d 0 2 0 ½ lb. loaf sugar 0 0 1¼ 2 lb. Demerara 0 0 3½ 1 lb. fat, for rendering 0 0 2 Fourteen eggs 0 1 0 Four lettuces 0 0 8 Eight loaves 0 2 4 ============ £1 2 10¼ ============ “By the way, I have made a discovery. Oh, I know it will be no news to you; but I was proud of it, I assure you! It is, that there are several quite cheap pieces of veal that one can buy—breast of veal, for instance, and neck—for 8d. a pound. I always had looked upon veal as quite dear. But I don’t know how to cook these joints. You can’t make veal cutlet of them, can you?” “No; they would not do for that. But the ‘Spring Stew’ that you see there is a dish made of neck of veal, new potatoes, spring onions and lettuce.” “Many thanks. It is of no use trying to get my people to eat cold meat; they simply won’t. Tom is so accustomed to the good cooking of his native servants that he is a dreadful handful. I am so glad you taught me how to make a good curry; that at least is always appreciated.” “Is he graciously pleased to commend it?” asked Marion, laughing. “Yes, indeed. He has a most extraordinary opinion of your talents, as he said he did not know such a thing as a good curry was to be had in England. Was that not rude? Now, I will not talk ‘cooking’ any more. Do play me something. I see the piano is invitingly open. It is ever so long since I heard you. Or will it tire you?” “I am not tired at all,” said Marion, and went to the piano. “What shall it be? Something calm and soothing, I suppose, and not at all suggestive of domestic worries.” So Marion played a delicious “Lullaby” of Rubinstein’s, and Mrs. Holden lay back in the rocking-chair to listen—a graceful figure in blue. “Thank you so much!” said a voice behind her as she finished. Marion started slightly, and looked round to find that Mr. Scott had come back again, and had been let in by Abigail without her noticing the fact. Mrs. Holden laughed mischievously.