As Aunt Fanny herself made her inquiries into these practical matters,
she resolved to try an experiment, which she would have laughed at when
she left Wisconsin. She was asked to a lunch party of ladies one day, and
was a little amused and a little amazed at first, when she observed how
much they said about what they had to eat. Aunt Fanny had been trained
to a little of the western ridicule of Boston, and had supposed that a
bubble rechauffée or a fried rainbow was the most material article that
anybody would discuss. And here these ladies were volubly telling of the
merits of oysters in batter and oysters in crumbs—of one and another way
to serve celery—in a detail which Aunt Fanny found quite puzzling, and,
indeed, quite out of place in the manners to which she had been bred,
which had taught her never to criticise what was on the table.
Perhaps her silence showed her surprise. This is certain, that all of a
sudden a very pretty and gay Mrs. Fréchette turned round and said, “Here
is Mrs. Turnbull, horrified because we talk so much of what we eat. Dear
Mrs. Turnbull, it is not what we eat, it is the cooking we care for.
You must know we have all been to the Cooking Schools—all who are not
managers.”
Aunt Fanny confessed that she had been puzzled a little, and Mrs.
Fréchette and Mrs. Champernom, her hostess, explained. In point of fact
this very lunch had been cooked, “From egg to apple,” as the Romans would
say, by Mrs. Champernom and her two daughters. It may be worth while,
therefore, to give the bill of fare:
Raw Oysters on the shell.
Bouillon in cups.
Scalloped Lobster in its own shell.
Quails on Toast, with White Sauce.
Sweet Breads, with Green Peas.
Capons, with Salad.
Ice Creams. Frozen Pudding. Jelly.
Fruit. Coffee.
How good cooks the mother and daughters had been before, they did not
explain. But these particular results were due to their training at the
Cooking School. They had made the rolls as well.
“I came out of it so well,” said Mrs. Champernom, laughing, “and Mary
Flannegan approved the results so well, that when I told her and Ellen
Flynn, my waiter girl, that if they liked to go to the cooks’ class,
which is a class for special instruction to servant girls, I would pay
half, they both consented to go; Mary Flannegan to keep Ellen Flynn
company, and to see that she was not taught wrong. The cooks’ class is
twelve lessons, and costs three dollars each. I shall pay a dollar and
a half for each of them, and as Ellen Flynn is a bright girl, I shall
have four good cooks in the house instead of three. For really,” she
said, “there is nothing that Hester and Maria can not do. They went down
to the beach with their father and the boys, and for a week they cooked
everything that was eaten. They made the boys wash the dishes.”
This started Aunt Fanny herself. She found there were four classes she
could attend:
1. The Cooks’ Class, for people who had some experience. Twelve lessons
would have cost three dollars.
2. The Beginners’ Class of twenty lessons, for which she must pay eight
dollars. Here she would be trained to make bread, and to prepare the
ordinary dishes for family use at breakfast and dinner and supper.
3. The Second Class, also of twenty lessons, but more advanced. Here
she must pay twelve dollars. But here more elegant dishes, what Mrs.
Fréchette called “company dishes,” were part of the program.
4. What Mrs. Fréchette called “The Swell Course.” Here every lady paid
fifteen dollars for her twenty lessons. _Per contra_, they had what they
cooked, and very jolly parties they seemed to make, when they dared ask
their friends to their entertainments.
Aunt Fanny was a good housekeeper, but she thought she should like to
astonish her friends at Harris with some of the best seaboard elegancies,
so she and Belle entered the “second class.” And pleasant and profitable
they found it.