"_The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet,
and Doctor Merryman._"
THE very first thing to be done on Easter morning is to get up in time
to see the sun dance; for, as you probably know, not a bit of good
luck will be yours for the year to come if laziness, or anything, in
fact, save cloudy skies, prevents your beholding this phenomenon. But
it is possible that you don't know that this means nothing less than
to be facing the east with eagle eye and steady nerve at a pretty
early hour. Rather rough, isn't it? How would it do, then, to sit up
all night in order to be on hand to witness the fancy steps of the god
of day? You could do that and then have a good long nap, after which
you might be refreshed by a breakfast of shad roes (they're about as
inexpensive now as they will be), broiled to a turn, with a little
melted butter and lemon juice, judiciously mixed, poured over them;
dainty, crisp lettuce hearts, salted a bit; graham bread, thinly
sliced, and toasted to that shade known the world over as "epicurean
brown;" and lastly, instead of coffee, a steaming, fragrant,
appetizing cup of English breakfast tea. My word for it, you will be
tempted to linger over this breakfast, but stern duty permits no such
loitering. No, indeed; you must be up and away, or how on earth are
you going to make certain comparisons that shall confirm you in your
belief that your new bonnet is nothing less than a dream? Dear knows,
I hope you won't see any headgear that will take the shine off your
own, for then you will be sure to go home out of sorts, and the
charming little dinner menu that I have compiled for your use and
behoof might as well be of corned beef and cabbage for all the
appreciation it will get from you.