Chapter 15 - (VERSO)
And help me fill these tarts. That’s all we have to cook, isn’t it?”
“Yes, unless Aunt Clem takes the notion to have something else made for those old frumps. If they eat half of what we’ve cooked for them, they’ll have dyspepsia for a year.”
“If Aunt Clem was to hear you,” said Bessie, with a half-frightened
gigg giggle of sly delight as she went back to her tarts.
The kitchen, though small, was immaculately clean. The floor was spotless, the stove shining and the dishes in the small open cupboard were neatly arranged in polished rows. A long banner of sunshine fell in through the doorway and on the doorstep itself, shaded by a wide-boughed maple, sat a grave white cat. The open window was screened on the outside by hop-vines whose encroaching green tendrils
From Montgomery's first published short story, "A Baking of Gingersnaps." The story was published in Toronto's Ladies Journal and in American Farmer in 1895, under the pen name "Maud Cavendish."