Look here! Here's what
he's ordered for his breakfast to-morrow: 'Omelette with Herbs. Beat up
two eggs with a little water or milk, salt, pepper, chives, and parsley.
Mince small.'--There! mince small! How am I to mince small when it's all
mixed up and running? 'Put a piece of butter the size of your thumb into
the frying-pan.'--Look at my thumb, and look at yours! whose size does
she mean? 'Boil, but not brown.'--If it mustn't be brown, what color
must it be? She won't tell me; she expects me to know, and I don't.
'Pour in the omelette.'--There! I can do that. 'Allow it to set, raise
it round the edge; when done, turn it over to double it.'--Oh, the
number of times I turned it over and doubled it in my head, before you
came in to-night! 'Keep it soft; put the dish on the frying-pan, and
turn it over.' Which am I to turn over--oh, mercy, try the cold towel
again, and tell me which--the dish or the frying-pan?"
"Put the dish on the frying-pan," said Magdalen; "and then turn the
frying-pan over. That is what it means, I think."
"Thank you kindly," said Mrs. Wragge, "I want to get it into my head;
please say it again."
Magdalen said it again.
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