The Children's Corner

Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 57, 4 September 1926, Page 17

The Children's Corner

THE MASTER

As the three cousins, Brenda, Beatrix, j and eight-years-old Peter, Bat on a. high wall together the nanny goat looked up at them with -wicked eyes. "Why Uncle Eichard keeps such horrid animals on his farm I don't know," said Beatrix, whose temper had already been ruffled by a meeting with the bull in the pasture. "The goat is master of them all," said Peter. "Not even the bull terrier dares to fight her." "Oh, I have dropped my little basket, and Nanny will get it," screamed Brenda. "Peter, she has got it! and she is eating it! It will-make her ill." "Nothing makes a goat ill," returned Peter. "Not even ivy, or tobacco — I have seen her steal and eat a whole pouchful from the gardener's pocket." "But, Peter, can't you do something about the basket?" cried the little girls. "We simply dare not go home without it —it is one we borrowed." Down, from his perch slid Peter; after all, he was the one man of the party. Boldly he approached the goat and snatched the basket from her. Nanny took the insult meekly enough, even retiring a few paces as he said "Shoo!" But as Peter turned to make his way to the wall a thunderbolt smote him on the back, and sent him flying! Hard little hoofs trampled and stamped all over him, and were gone. Puffing and blowing, Peter rose to his feet to see Nanny, a little distance off, preparing for another charge. His round face turned red with rage, and as she raced towards him he rushed to her and seized her by the horns. Together they capered among the flower beds, while the little girls screamed on the wall. "Oh, Peter, don't fight her! Bun away, or she will hurt you." "You little sillies! she will hurt me more if I let go!" panted Peter. "But you can go for the gardener if you like." He heard their flying footsteps die in the distance; but they seemed a long while coming bp,ck and every moment the goat got wilder, and harder to hold. "I must make believe, as I do at the dentist's," thought Peter. "There is no such thing as a goat, and I am not me, but someone else." Forthwith Nanny changed into an enchantress with flaming eyes, and Peter bpcame a prince in shining armour. To the end of the world they stamped and trampled, till the witch begged him to release her, and she would give him a sack of golden guineas. Uncle Bichard's voice broke the spell. "Take away the goat, John gardener! Well done, my boy! Pace all the difficulties you are going to meet the same way. Take them by. the horns, and they won't hurt you." With that he gave Peter, not a sack of golden guineas, but a much more useful half-crown.

Bombay Toast.—loz butter, 2 eggs, 1 teaspoonful anchovy essence, chopped capers, salt, cayenne, toast. Put the butter in a double pan, and when melted add. the beaten eggs and other ingredients. Stir until the mixture begins to set, spread on well-buttered rounds of toast, and serve very hot.