THE LADIES’ WORLD.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2509, 24 May 1909, Page 7

THE LADIES’ WORLD.

"When one volunteers to help a stranger, one too often meets with a- rebuff, or makes one’s self look rather foolish. Women know that it is not safe to acquaint one of their own sex with the fact that anything has gone wrong with their attire or appearance. “Excuse me. but your skirt is falling,” remarked a gentle-looking woman to another a shade frowsy in her attire, in a AEellington street the other day. T“What’s that to do with you? Mind your own business I” was the reply. Apropos of meddling with other people’s business, “Home Chat” tells a story of an eminent K.C.

When strolling in the park early ono afternoon his attention was attracted by the continued crying of a young child.

The fact of possessing a nursery of ihs owm caused him to be interested, and he made a point of passing close to where a smartly dressed nurse was attending to a baby who was sitting a in beautifully-unholstered “pram.” Her “attentions” at the moment he came up were taking the’ form of smacks and shakings, which continued so long and were of so violent a character that he felt compelled to last to remonstrate. The nurse was impertinent, and continued to “soothe” her charge—a pretty little girl of about fourteen months—with renewed ill-treatment.

The K.C.. very indignant, demanded the name address of her mistress. This, of course, was refused; and shortly after the nurse prepared to depart. “T shall follow' you home,” he said. “I shall give you in charge,” said she.

However, secure in his virtuous intentions and his extremely eminent name, he. resolved to take the risk. Then the chase began. From Hyde Park corner to Bloomsbury, from Bloomsbury to "Westminster, onward to Battersea, they walked, a respectable distance intervening between the bine-uniformed damsel and the correctly attired K.C. From three till six o’clock they wandered so. Then, returning via Lambeth, nurse, apparently tired out or alarmed by the lateness of the hour, turned her reluctant footsteps towards Sloane Square. Stopping finally at a gay little house, she disappeared from view. , Following quickly in her wake, he in his card to “the lady of the hmise;” and awaited developments in her pretty drawingroom. But in the meantime the nurse had stated her case, and, whatever it was, at least it had the virtue of plausibility ; for when her mistress appeared, after listening coldly to the K.C.’s impassioned story, she replied that she had perfect confidence in her nurse, and rang the bell. Walking, crushed, mortified, and with aching limbs, down her steps, the K.C.. although a most humane man, resolved that for all he cared nurses, might in future murder their babies hourly before his very eyes without moving him to again interfere. GOOD RECIPES. Devonshire Junket. —Place a jug containing a quart of milk sweetened with a tablespoonful of sugar in a saucepan of boiling water, and let it stand there for about five minutes until the milk is just lukewarm. Lift the jug from the saucepan, stir a teaspoonful of essence of rennet into the milk, and pour it into a glass or chinabowl. Sprinkle a little grated nutmeg and powdered cinnamon over the top. and if it can be obtained a quarter of a pound of clotted cream in lumps,' although it is very good without it. The milk will set in about a quarter of an hour, .and it is not avisable to make the junket much longer time than this before it is served, as the curd gets dense and hard, and separates out from the watery part or whey.