Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting
Bryan obeyed.
"I say, that fat's corking hot. What are you going to put in it?"
"Yorkshire pudding."
"Good old Yorkshire. Roast beef of old England, is that the menu for to-day?"
"Yes."
"The funeral baked meats, in fact. Smells good." He sniffed appreciatively. "Do you mind my gassing away?"
"If you came in to help I'd rather you helped." She drew another pan from the oven. "Here - turn all these potatoes over so that they brown on the other side…."
Bryan obeyed with alacrity.
Mary Cassatt painting
"Have all these things been fizzling away in here while we've been at the inquest? Supposing they’d been all burnt up."
"Most improbable. there's a regulating number on the oven."
"Kind of electric brain, eh, what? Is that right?"
Lucy threw a swift look in his direction.
"Quite right. Now put the pan in the oven. Here, take the cloth. On the second shelf - I want the top one for the Yorkshire pudding."
Bryan obeyed, but not without uttering a shrill yelp
Mary Cassatt painting