Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 180, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 July 1913 — OUR BOYS and GIRLS [ARTICLE]

OUR BOYS and GIRLS

, The Thimble Biscuit. Once upon a time Polly’s mamma iras making biscuits for supper. Ihe sifted the floor so fine, and white, And kneaded the dough till it was light, And rolled it out with the rolling pin, And cuCthe biscuit round and thin. Polly watched her do everything! and, when the last biscuit was in the biscuit pan, mamma said: "Here is a little piece of dough left on my biscuit board. I winder if there is a little girl' in this kitehen who would like to make some little biscuit?” “Yes, yes," said Polly, clapping her hands with delight; for of course she knew her mamma meant her. ‘Td like to make little biscuit all by myself.” So mamma tied a napkin around her waist for an apron, and Polly rolled up her sleeves just as mamma did when jhp. cooked, and climbed into the chair so that she could reach the biscuit board. Then she was ready to begin her biscuit “May I sift flour, t6o?” she asked. “Yes, indeed,**, said mamma. “You must always sift flour on your board if you want your biscuits to be smooth and niee.”

Bo Polly sifted -the flour so fine and white, And kneaded the bit of dough so light, And rolled it out with the rolling pin, And— What do you think? Mamma’s biscuit cutter was larger than Polly’s piece of dough! “I think you will have to borrow grandmother’s -thimble for a biscuit cutter,” said mamma. A thimble biscuit cutter! Was there ever anything so funny as that? Polly laughed about it all the way upstairs to grandmother’s room; but, when she told grandmother what she wanted, grandmother did not think it was strange at all. ~ “I used to make thimble biscuit when I was a little girl,” she said; and made haste to get the thimble out of her workbag for Polly. Grandmother’s thimble was made of shining gold; and oh! what a fine biscuit cutter it made. The biscuit were as small and as round as buttons, and Polly cut enough for grandmother and papa and mamma and Brother Ned and herself, each to have one for supper that night “I think it is fun to make thimble biscuit,” she said as she handed them round in hep own blue saucer; and, if you don’t believe she was right, make some yourself, and see. —Maud Lindsay, in Kindergarten Review.