The Jelly Won't Jell

Mister scott strolled after him with a queer look on his face. He paused discreetly at a distance when brooke disappeared. But he could both see and hear, and, being a bachelor, enjoyed the prospect mightily. In the kitchen reigned confusion and despair. One addition of jelly was trickled from pot to pot,. another lay upon the floor, and a third was burning gaily on the stove. Lotty was calmly eating bread and currant wine for the jelly was still in a hopelessly liquid state. missus brooke, with her apron over her head, sat sobbing dismally. My dearest girl, what is the matter? Cried