CHAPTER NINE
Hera, in her curiosity, exploring the house by herself, had wandered into the kitchen, a realm of pale white walls and shiny sterile surfaces, brightly lighted, that dazzled her eyes after the candle light she had gotten used to. It was a large square white room with three big refrigerators standing against one wall, two stoves against a third, the other two being festooned with a vast miscellany of colanders, pots, pans, tureens, kettles, and various serving and cooking utensils. There was a large working table in the center of the room at which a cook, in the crisp starched white uniform of a cook, complete with puffed white hat, stood squeezing from a frosting tube a final pink rosette upon the top of an enormous white cake, perhaps three feet tall, consisting of six la
