"Are you sure it wouldn’t be a bother?" Peggy’s ears had not deceived her. The friendly offer had not been declined. With a face as radiant as if she had just received notification of a legacy, she hurried to make arrangements with her prospective pupil. "Come over about four. That’ll give us lots of time for experiments." She carried the half-painted chair into the woodshed in a jubilant mood, which was rather remarkable considering that she had been prevented from finishing the task on which she had started. Like all energetic people Peggy detested interruptions. But this was too much of a red-letter day for her to allow herself to be depressed by trifles. Promptly at four Elaine presented herself, wearing over her black serge dress a little embroidered apron, about the size of a pocket-handkerchief. Peggy regarded the lace-edged affair with an amazement which Elaine mistook for admiration. "Pretty, isn’t it?" she said, glancing down at it complacently. "It was a Christmas present." "It would be fine for a chafing-dish supper," Peggy returned, feeling that if she were to act as Elaine’s instructor she must begin with the fundamentals. "Chafing dishes and the aprons that go with them are all right for fun, but, when it comes to real business, there’s nothing like a good range and a big apron. I’ll lend you one of mine." Elaine, enveloped in a long apron which fell to the bottom of her skirt, was soon being initiated into some of the preliminary mysteries of household economy. "There are five of us Raymonds to get supper for," Peggy said counting them off on her fingers. "And Dick’s always so hungry that he counts for two. You’ll stay, won’t you?" "O, I’d better not. I don’t know anybody but you." "That’ll be the best way to get acquainted. And, besides, if you help with the cooking, you ought to help eat the things. That’s half the fun. I don’t know how anybody can be a good cook who hasn’t got a good appetite. I simply adore the things I make." After a careful examination of the refrigerator the supper was planned. There had been baked fish for dinner, and the remnants, Peggy explained to the respectfully attentive Elaine, arranged in a baking dish, with cream sauce between the layers and crumbs on top, would be even more delicious than the fish in its original state. Peggy also decided on baking powder biscuits. "They’re such handy things," she said. "And you can stir them up so quickly and keep on baking as long as anybody is hungry; so they’re one of the very first things you should learn to make."