Ladies Must Live by Alice Duer Miller
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suddenly sank as she realized that the cereal was burning. She recognized
a peculiarly disagreeable flavor about which she had often scolded the cook, thinking such carelessness on the part of one of her employees to be absolutely inexcusable. She ran to the head of the cellar stairs. "Mr. Riatt!" she called. He was now shaking down the furnace, and the noise completely drowned her voice. "Oh, dear, what a noisy man he is," she thought and when he had finished, she called again: "Mr. Riatt!" This time he heard. "What is it?" he answered. "Mr. Riatt, what shall I do? The cereal is burning terribly." "I should think it was," he said. "I can smell it down here." He sprang up the stairs and snatched the pot from the stove. "You must have stopped stirring it," he said. "Oh, I didn't stir it!" "What did you do?" "You didn't tell me to stir it." "I certainly did." "No, you said just to watch it." Riatt looked at her. "Well," he said, "I've heard of glances cutting |
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