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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 6 (September 1, 1938)

Recipes

Recipes.

Jellied Beef.

A really nice salad can be made with cold beef left over from the joint of the day before.

Cut the meat into neat slices, removing fat. Arrange on a dish and season with salt and pepper. Dissolve half a packet of aspic jelly in 1 ½ gills of hot water and add ½ gill of tomato ketchup. Pour over beef and let it set. Shred and wash two lettuces and slice two or three tomatoes. Mix with the salad cream and place the jellied beef on top.

With Green Peas.

Hard-boil the eggs, cut in lengthways, scoop out the yolk and fill each half white with one dessertspooon cold cooked green peas which have been mixed with a little mayonnaise dressing. Arrange the halved eggs on individual plates, allowing about three halves to each person, and surround with a border of lettuce leaves sprinkled with dressing, and sprinkle the salad with sieved egg yolk.

Crayfish Salad.

Crayfish salad is perhaps the greatest of all possible fish salads.

Divide the flesh of a fair-sized crayfish into dice shapes and mix about a gill of mayonnaise dressing with it. Put some of the inner leaves of two well-washed and dried lettuces into a salad bowl. On top spread a layer of crayfish, cover with more mayonnaise and then with lettuce. Repeat these layers and this time shred the lettuce finely for the top. Garnish with parsley.

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“So that's it,” said the King. “And why have you come to this island of mine?”

“We don't mean to do any harm,” said Michael, “All we want is to find Peter. Tiny Toes and Dimples are just helping us.”

“Yes, if you'll give us Peter back, we'll go away and never bother you again,” Barbara said.

“Peter!” exclaimed the King. “Why should I let you have him back. He hurt one of my people and he's being very useful here.”

“But he didn't mean to hurt that goblin,” said Barbara, “And you can't keep him there forever. His mother and Father are awfully worried and are looking for him everywhere.”

“He will stay here as long as I like to keep him. Understand? And you as well!” He sat back in his chair and laughed. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho! This is a great joke on you mortals!”

“Whatever are we going to do?” whispered Barbara to Michael.

“Shs!” whispered Michael, “We'll get out of it, somehow!”

“Bring the elves here,” commanded the King. Tiny Toes and Dimples were pushed roughly before him.

“So you came to spy on me, ch? Well, you will never leave this island again,” said the King with a sneer.

“We did not come to spy on you,” answered Tiny Toes indignantly. “We came to find Peter. And if you do not let us go and release Peter, the whole of our country will wage war upon you.”

“Idle chatter,” said the King, “Your people would never reach the island. We have made a new fiery spear that bursts into flame when it strikes an object. We have only to send those into the air at your frail ships and not one of you would reach your country alive.”

“You boast well, King,” answered Tiny Toes, “But you forget that in our country we have also made things of which you know nothing. We have more than fairy ships to fight with, now.”

“Bah!” said the King, “Your empty-headed talk annoys me. You are going to work and wait on me like the rest of your people I have here. And any talking that is to be done will be done by me. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!” he laughed.

“Isn't he horrible,” whispered Barbara.

“Shs!” said Michael.

“And you,” the King turned to Barbara and Michael, “will be imprisoned in a cottage until the rise of the sun on the morrow. Then you will be taken across to my Palace and every day you will teach me arithmetic and geography and other things of your mortal land. Peter has already taught me the twice times table. Twice one are two, twice two are three—”

“Excuse me, King,” said Barbara, “but twice two are four.”

“How dare you say I'm wrong,” thundered the King. “Twice two are three! Two and three make five, take away two and you get three. Twice two are three!”

“Very well, your Majesty,” said Barbara, “But you are wrong, you know.”

“Be quiet!” thundered the King. “I will send some of my men over to mortal land to get books and you will learn from those and then you will teach me. Take them away.”

With a wave of his hand, the King dismissed them. As Tiny Toes and Dimples were led away, they waved good-bye to Barbara and Michael.

Two sturdy goblins took hold of the children and led them across the field, through hedges and down tracks, until they came to a gloomy forest. The sun had disappeared now and the forest looked more gloomy than ever. There in the centre of the forest stood a small hut with no windows and only a tiny door. Creeper climbed up the walls and grass grew right up to the door. Barbara and Michael were led up to it. A goblin opened the door with a key which he took from a little bag hanging from his side. The children were pushed inside. “We will bring you food and water at the rise of the sun on the morrow,” said the goblin. He shut the door and the key turned in the lock. The children were securely locked in for the night.

For a minute they did not say a word. Suddenly Barbara gripped Michael tightly. “Oh, I'm so frightened, Michael!” she was near to tears. “We'll never see Mummy and Daddy again!”

“Of course, we will, don't be silly;” said Michael, though inwardly his heart was quaking. “We will have to find a way out of this hut.”

He stared round him in the gloom. At first he could not see a thing, but as his eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, he could see that on the floor was straw for them to lie on. He went round the walls and thumped on them and pulled the door. But there didn't seem anyway they could get out.

“There's no way out, Barbara,” he said as he came back to her. “Let's go to sleep on the floor and wait till tomorrow when we will very likely see Tiny Toes and Dimples at the Palace.”

“I suppose that's the only thing to do,” said Barbara. They lay down on the straw. Michael put his arm protectingly round Barbara's shoulders and they dozed off. They had not been asleep long, when Michael sat up suddenly and listened intently. Faintly, he could hear a scraping sound from the far wall. Louder and louder came the sound, and from the bottom of the wall, a little dust began to rise. Michael nudged Barbara. “Wake up, Barbara,” he whispered, “I think someone's trying to get into the hut.”

Barbara sat up sleepy-eyed. She listened to the scratching. “I'll go over to the wall and see if I can see anything,” said Michael. He crept over to the wall on his hands and knees.

“Who's there?” he whispered. There was no answer. “Who's there?” he said again. He could see a small hole appearing between the wall and the ground. The scratching sound stopped. For a second there was silence. Then a greyish green head with two sharp eyes looked through the hole and then came a body with four legs and a scaly tail.

“Why!” exclaimed Barbara, “It's a lizard!”

(To be continued.)