OUR NEW COOK.
I had a pain in my forehead, I had an ache in my thumb, And, ‘ Oh !’ said I, ‘ I believe I shall cry To think of the bread and pudding and pie I must make if a cook doesn’t come.’ Hark ! a rat, tat, tat! On the threshold A dear little maiden stood In her grandmother’s veil, And offered for sale Some fresh mud pies in a shabby tin pail Which she said were exceedingly good. I bought them and paid her in kisses, And declared such a cook I’d employ ; Then she offered to bake A delicious mud cake ; And my forehead and thumb forgot to ache, As I thought of the feast we’d enjoy. Anna M. Pratt.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 19, 7 May 1892, Page 485
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122OUR NEW COOK. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 19, 7 May 1892, Page 485
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