A Girton Girls Marketing.

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 376, 12 June 1889, Page 6

A Girton Girls Marketing.

She was a graduate at Girfcon^ College, England, and when she married' Julius Augustus Stnyfche, was very much like another young lady who has been embalmed in song : Miss Pallas Andora yon Blurky, Who didn't know chicken from turkey, High Spanish and Greek she could fluonty speak, But her knowledge of poultry was murky. However, she told Julius Augustus that she was a good housekeeper , because her mother and grandmother were, and it ran ' in the family. So, on the strength of this, he went into housekeeping. She bought a sweet little morocco covered notebook, and an embroidered market basket, and carried a gold pencil, wore an aesthetic morning costume, and appeared like a vision of delight before the magnates of the cleaver at the Central Market. > • Oh, the dear, sweet, cunning little pigs,' slio exclaimed, stopping at an aldermanic stand where several little roasters were on exhibition. ' I'll take a couple of these ; How much are they a pair ?' ' A sovereign for two,' was the realistic answer. ' Isn't that rather high ? I guess I'll take a yard of beef steak instead, and some — Oh, yes — some sweetbreads. Julius said he wanted some ; nice fresh ones, please ; with plenty of raisins in them.' Then she stepped over to a poultry stall :— • Have you any chickens V she asked of the woman in attendance. 1 Heaps of them,' was the reply. ' How much do they cost a heap ?' she asked in rather a faint voice. 5 Two shillings a piece, mam.' ' Well, send up a piece to my residence,' and she turned to the next stall and picked up some little packages that looked, very nice. ' What is this sweet stuff that smells so lovely ?' she asked of a red-haired boy behind the table. 4 Limburger, Miss, and it's splendid ; tastes ever so much better than it smells — have one. ' She took one, and then asked the boy where they sold their quail on toast. ' Ain't any in the market,' answered the young reprobate. 'Mother's gone after a load, and we'll send you some soon as they're in.' 1 What aro those lovely navy-blue berries ?' she inquired. • They will just match my china. You may send me a bushel.' Finally the decided to try a quart, which she carried herself in the artistic basket. ' Have you any hen fruit ?' she asked sweetly of an old fellow in a white apron. He scratched his ear with a pencil for a moment. 'Mabbe you mean eggs?' he volunteered. These she also took charge of, as she wanted to make an omelet for Julius Augustus. But she never did, or rather when she got home, the omelet was made with a liberal admixture of blackberries, and the front of her aesthetic dress was ruined. Added to this, was an odour which sent Julius into spasms, and frightened the cat to death. The limburger had melted. The Girton girl did justice to tbe high Spanish and Greek in the explanation that followed, and the next day they (burned the morocco notebook and went to boarding. — ' Baltimore American.'