A MISUNDERSTANDING. 
“ My sweetest grandchild, Margaret— 
What’s put the child in such a pet ? 
Come, quickly now the cause reveal.” 
“ Papa won’t let me have a wheel,” 
Maid Margaret sobbed, with streaming eyes. 
Her grandma listened with surprise; 
“ Won’t let thee have a wheel, my dear ? 
That certainly is very queer ! 
How can my son be such a goose ? 
Perhaps he thinks it's not for use, 
And that thee wants it just for show, 
That’s Ills opinion, well I know.” 
“ No, papa says he can’t afford, 
And will not hear a single word. 
Now, grandma, isn’t it a sin, 
For if I had one, how I’d spin ! ” 
“ Well, well-a-day, it is a shame ! ” 
Exclaimed the dear old Quaker dame. 
“ Put thee shall have thy wheel, my dear, 
So wipe away that needless tear. 
I do not see the reason why 
Thy father frowns at industry; 
For in the good time, long ago, 
Each maiden had her wheel, I trow. 
A blooming lass her wheel beside, 
Is surely sight to view with pride. 
So here’s the money, sweet, for thee, 
Go buy the wheel right speedily.” 
Alas for gray-haired innocence ! 
The dame, witli horror most intense, 
Espied, upon the following day, 
Maid Margaret spinning blithe and gay. 
Her task she never loitered at, 
But it was on her wheel she sat. 
Erect stood grandma’s tresses gray, 
And then she fainted dead away ! 
—Lena C. Kraetzer in Youth's Companion. 
Some one asks how to pickle cucum¬ 
bers without vinegar. Can it be done ? 
We have heard that there is a process 
whereby fermentation is produced, and 
the pickles soured without vinegar. If 
any one is familiar with any such way, 
will he please fa7or us with the details ? 
* 
A bicycle parade was the attraction 
which New York offered on the first 
{Saturday half holiday of the season. The 
great crowd which turned out was a 
surprise, even to people who are ac¬ 
customed to large crowds. Evidently, 
the interest in bicycles is not yet waning. 
The wheel woman was well represented 
in the parade, and her behavior and dress 
gave one the impression that she was 
quite as much of a lady as any of those 
who sat in their carriages looking on. 
* 
Now that we have considered pot 
cheese in its preparation, let us give a 
few thoughts to cheese cake, one of the 
most attractive forms in which pot 
cheese may be served. Cheese cake is 
made in most city bakeries, and those 
who like it, usually like it very much. 
Let us have some homemade recipes first. 
It will, probably, be a novelty to many ; 
but it is so easily made, and so good, 
that it should be better known. Do not 
send recipes for so-called cheese cake 
which does not contain cheese, By 
the way, do not overlook the directions 
for making cheese which were given on 
page 402. _ 
THE ART OF MAKING A HOME. 
A WRITER in Vantine’s Monthly 
says, “The chief charm of a mod¬ 
ern artistic interior is that, in spite of 
its magnificence, it has a home look. 
The chairs are easy, the curtains hospit¬ 
ably drawn. Books, photographs and 
engravings lie around on tables, and 
although one is breathing the heavy air 
of luxury, there seems to be nothing too 
good for a human being, which is the 
perfection of art. This is the keynote 
of the modern school. 
How true it is that we find the homes 
of many of our wealthiest and most in¬ 
fluential citizens mere dwelling places ! 
The home atmosphere is lacking. Upon 
'entering the vestibule, one is struck 
with the chilly, cheerless air which pene¬ 
trates the entire house, and I might add, 
its inmates as well. 
Money alone can never make a home. 
It will add much toward beautifying it, 
but something away back of that is 
needed to transform the house into a 
home, and the housekeeper into a home¬ 
maker. No matter how elegant our 
houses may be, there must be an in¬ 
dividuality about them, if they are to be 
cosy and home-like. It was E P. Roe 
who said, “One may live in a palace and 
not be a slave to the palace. Our home 
should be as beautiful as our taste and 
means can make it, but like the nest 
jmnder, it should simply serve its pur¬ 
pose, leaving us the time and means to 
get all the good out of the world that 
we can.” 
Who can estimate the influence that a 
true home exerts over the various people 
who are entertained therein ? What a 
haven of rest it is to the world-weary 
traveler who is permitted to rest for a 
few hours, days or weeks as the case 
may be, within its gates ! What a satis¬ 
faction it is, in after years, to look back 
longingly and tenderly to one’s child¬ 
hood home, and think of the absolute 
freedom that every member of that 
household felt? By freedom, I do not 
mean lawlessness. On the other hand, 
what a sense of loneliness comes over 
one when he thinks of the cheerless, 
desolate parlor where no one was 
allowed to sit except on state occasions 
—a wedding or funeral, or, possibly, a 
Thanksgiving or Christmas celebration ! 
What a misfortune it is for any family 
to have at its head a woman who has no 
higher aims or aspirations than keeping 
her house in apple pie order, and feed¬ 
ing the physical body ! Yet, in days 
gone by, there were many such women, 
well meaning and kind-hearted by na¬ 
ture though they were. However neces¬ 
sary it is for a woman to be proficient in 
all. housewifely accomplishments, it is 
infinitely more important for her to 
understand the art of making a happy 
home, and to be an ideal wife and mother. 
The humblest cottage may be so home¬ 
like and happy that one forgets he is not 
in a palace, while enjoying the blessings 
found therein. Instead of longing and 
hoping for riches as do so many, how 
much better and wiser to make the most 
of what we have, and resolve that the 
secret of making a happy home shall be 
ours ? Simplicity is the cry of this cen¬ 
tury, and should be practiced in house 
furnishing and every-day living. It is 
for us to say whether our homes shall 
be the happiest place on earth, or mere 
dwelling places, caiirie may asuton. 
NED’S EXPERIMENT. 
W HOA, there ! ” and a sharp pull 
brought the horse to a stand¬ 
still at the side door. “ Bring me out my 
coat, will you ? Whoa, there, sir ! Nell! 
Nell! I want my coat ! Where are you 
women, anyway ? Both tending that 
baby, I warrant. Nell! Ne—oh, there 
you are at last,” as the door opened and 
a pale, nervous-looking little woman 
came out, coat in hand. 
“I heard you each time, Ned, but 1 was 
just putting baby into her crib. She had 
been so long going to sleep.” 
“ Long ? 1 should think she had ; you 
were singing and rocking enough to quiet 
a regiment of them, when I looked into 
the door an hour ago. Have you been 
at it ever since ? ” 
“ Mostly ; she is unusually fretful to¬ 
day.” 
“ Why don’t you let Bridget take her 
awhile ? I’m sure two womej ought to 
be able to tend one baby, anyway.” 
“It’s Monday, Ned.” 
“ So ’tis ; well, I’m oil at last. Hurry 
in or she will be awake again.” And 
the spirited animal, at a word, glided 
away with long, easy strides. Nell 
watched him. She did love a pretty 
horse, and how pleasant it was, too, out 
of doors. Baby’s fretful cry came to her 
through the half-open door. Bridget 
was lifting it from the crib. “Sure ’twas 
not aslape at all it was whin ye wint 
out, ma’am, and small blame til it, and 
the master a-shoutin’ for all the world 
like a blast of Muldoon’s thrumpets.” 
“ She did look pale and tired,” Ned 
said to himself as he rode on through the 
May sunshine. “ Good morning, Mr. 
Brown and Mrs. Brown. Why ! Whoa ! 
you have got the baby for an airing, I 
do believe,” seeing a tiny face among 
the folds of the ample, and many-hued 
shawl which did duty as wrap for mother 
and child both, as it doubtless had for 
the four older little Browns in their in¬ 
fantile outings. “ Your baby and mine 
are just of an age, you know,” he con¬ 
tinued ; “ but isn’t it young to be out ?” 
“Not a bit of it. sir,” answered the 
older man, “ It does them good, and it 
heartens the mother up wonderfully, a 
bit of a ride like this. It’s only to the 
mill and back we be going.” 
“It heartens the mother up wonder¬ 
fully,” repeated Ned to himself driving 
slowly on. “ It’s worth trying, anyway,” 
and a half hour later, Nellie (in hastily 
assumed outdoor attire), was lifted into 
the easy rolling carriage, and baby in 
all the glory of the dainty cloak and 
hood, the little mother had spent so 
many afternoons in making, was handed 
up to her by the delighted Bridget 
herself. 
How much that morning drive was to 
tired Nellie. Baby soothed into quiet 
by the new motion, went directly to 
sleep, leaving the mother entirely free 
to enjoy it all. 
“ Rested, little woman ?” her husband 
asked as he lifted her out at the door. 
“ So rested, so refreshed, Ned, dear.” 
“I have been trying an experiment, 
wife,” Ned remarked at dinner. “ A 
very successful one, too, I find.” 
And Bridget in the kitchen, smiled 
broadly. “ An ixperiment—and its me- 
self that’s thinkin’ it’s the tine drive they 
took, and herself a lookin’ so good afther 
it, the master is plaisin’ himself about. 
Sure he’s an illigant man, inlirely, an 
who wad a thot it.” 
EMILY H. STEEDMAN. 
RADISHES FOR GARNISHING. 
I WONDER how many readers of The 
R. N.-Y. have ever tried Mrs Rorer’s 
way of serving them ? Cut the roots 
close to the radish, then the tops about 
one inch from the radish. Wash clean 
in cold water. Hold a radish by the 
top in the left hand, cut the skin from 
the root end downwards in several parts, 
as you would an orange to remove the 
skin in sections, but do not detach the 
skin. Run the point of the penknife 
under each little section of the skin, and 
loosen it down to the stem of the radish. 
Throw each one, as finished, into cold 
water. After a little practice, this 
operation will be comparatively easy, 
and the radishes will look more like tu¬ 
lips than ordinary table radishes. Line 
a pretty dish with cool, crisp lettuce 
leaves, arrange the radishes with cracked 
ice, and you will be surprised at their 
beauty. We use them to garnish cold 
meats and salads, using some pretty 
green with them. I hope that some one 
will try them. The round radishes are 
the best to serve in this way. Mrs. 
Rorer also says that the skin of the 
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