The Cake Tins looked pleased.
No. 32.—Dream Cake.
4 tablespoons butter1 cup sugar2 eggs½ cup milk1¼ cups flour2 teaspoons baking powder1/8 teaspoon ground macedash of salt1 teaspoon vanilla1. Put butter in a bowl; add sugar. "Cream" or rub thoroughly together.2. Beat yolks of eggs. Add to butter and sugar, stirring well.3. Mix and sift twice flour, baking powder, mace and salt.4. Add one-third of the milk to the yolks, butter and sugar.5. Sift in one-third of the flour. Do this until all the milk and flour are used, beating well each time.6. Add vanilla. Beat well.7. Beat white of eggs light. Fold them into the cake.8. Grease shallow pan as in No. 31. Pour in the cake.9. Bake in moderate oven about 35 minutes, or until it shrinks from the pan.
4 tablespoons butter1 cup sugar2 eggs½ cup milk1¼ cups flour2 teaspoons baking powder1/8 teaspoon ground macedash of salt1 teaspoon vanilla
1. Put butter in a bowl; add sugar. "Cream" or rub thoroughly together.
2. Beat yolks of eggs. Add to butter and sugar, stirring well.
3. Mix and sift twice flour, baking powder, mace and salt.
4. Add one-third of the milk to the yolks, butter and sugar.
5. Sift in one-third of the flour. Do this until all the milk and flour are used, beating well each time.
6. Add vanilla. Beat well.
7. Beat white of eggs light. Fold them into the cake.
8. Grease shallow pan as in No. 31. Pour in the cake.
9. Bake in moderate oven about 35 minutes, or until it shrinks from the pan.
"Now, read the next recipe."
"We'll both be used!" exclaimed the Cake Pans, joyously. "I told you so! I told you!" they cried at each other as though having an argument.
"Come," said Mary Frances, "less talking. We must get to work."
"Look at the oven first," said the Cake Pans, as Mary Frances started to break the eggs.
"Is it right?" asked the little girl, lifting them up to see.
"Yes," they said, "it will be just right when we are ready."
"All the ma-ter-i-als you'll need ready?" asked Round Cake Tin after a minute.
"Yes," looking over the table, "I see—everything. Good!"
"We must get to work."
"I brought the butter into the warm room an hour ago," said Mary Frances, "so that it would be softened by the time I needed it. I'll make the sponge cake first, as the oven will be cooler then."
"We'll both be used!"
"Right!" cried the Cake Tins; "but when you open the oven door, be careful to do so gently, as any jarring will break the 'gas bubbles' very easily, doing much more harm toward making the cake heavy thanthe air; in fact, if the door is opened carefully, and not too soon, it does no harm."
* * * * * * *
With the Cake Tins' help, a warm and tired, but very happy little girl brought two golden brown fragrant cakes to the table one-half hour before lunch time.
"Turn us on our sides," panted the Cake Tins, "to let us cool off quickly and evenly. My, but it was warm in there!"
"How beautiful the cakes look!" said Mary Frances, doing as she was told.
"Why not take a taste?" Square Cake Tin asked.
"Oh, it's just before lunch time," said Mary Frances, "and would spoil my ap-pe-tite. Mother doesn't allow me——"
"Just one sweet mouthful?" tempted Cake Tin.
"It seems so good. I guess I will—just this once," and cutting a piece, she ate it.
"Oh," she cried, "my beautiful cake! Look, it's sinking down in the middle!" The tears came to her eyes.
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry"
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry," said Cake Tin, "I was too excited and proud!"
One-half hour before lunch time.
"Why didn't you tell me," Mary Frances asked, "that a fresh cake, if cut, would 'fall?'"
cake
"Oh," said Cake Tin, "I meant to be so helpful. I'll try never to be too proud again."
"Is it right?" asked the little girl, lifting them up to see.
THE TEA PARTY
MARY FRANCES didn't eat much lunch.
"What's the matter, child?"
"What's the matter, child?" asked Aunt Maria, anxiously. "'Homesick' for Mother?—or was to-day's lesson too hard?"
Then Mary Frances told of cutting and eating the fresh cake. "And, Aunt Maria," she said, the tears flowing down her cheeks, "it went
down!down!down!
until I was afraid it would rise out of the bottom of the pan the other way."
"Never mind, dear child," Aunt Maria comforted her. "I did the same thing to my first cake. I remember it well!"
"You did, Aunt Maria?"
"Yes," said the old lady. "I'll tell you what we'll do! I'll bake a cake in place of yours for to-night's party. Don't tell any one."
"It went down! down! down!"
"Oh, thank you, Aunt Maria," cried Mary Frances; "that's so kind!"
"Not a word to any one!" cau-tion-ed Aunt Maria. "What else do you have?"
"Cocoa," said Mary Frances; "I can make that."
"My," smiled Aunt Maria, "I'm so proud."
* * * * * * *
After the games and riddles, Mary Frances excused herself from her guests, and made the cocoa and the pot of tea for her aunt. Then Billy carried in the tray, on which she had placed the cake, and the cups and saucers, plates, napkins, and Chocolate Pot, and, oh, yes, Tea Pot, for Aunt Maria; and she poured the cocoa like a real grown lady, while the boys passed the plates and the cake, and served the guests to the cups of cocoa.
"Did Mary Frances make this cake?" asked one of the guests. ("I'm awfully glad she didn't ask about the other," thought the little girl.)
"Did Mary Frances make this cake?"
"Yes," said Eleanor's brother Bob. "Yes; knowing the greatness of the present oc-ca-sion, I have written a poem, en-ti-tled, 'Ode to the Cook' (bowing to Mary Frances), which, with your kind indulgence, I will now read:"
"Ode to the Cook"
"Begin!" laughed Mary Frances.
Bob cleared his throat and began:
"Mary Frances is a girlWho cooks for you and I;She can boil a fancy cakeOr stew a cherry pie."Once she made a pot of soupAnd served it for our dinner;We thought that we were like to die,It made us so much thinner."
"Time to weep?" asked Billy, pa-thet-i-cal-ly.
"Now, this, our cook will save expense,For when she is your baker,You may save your doctor's bill—Just get an undertaker."
"Oh, Bob, I say—"
"Now, Billy," cried Mary Frances, "what have you been telling?"
"Oh, Bob, I say—" said Billy.
"Begin!"
"Mary Frances, don't mind Bob," interruptedEleanor. "You see what I have to stand all the time." And Mary Frances laughed heartily.
"Did you think I minded Bob?" she asked.
"Show you forgive me, Mary Frances," begged Bob, "by letting me have another cup of cake, and another piece of cocoa."
"Notanother," laughingly corrected Mary Frances. "To be polite, I believe I must pretend I didn't notice you'd had any."
"You certainly are kind, Mary Frances," said Bob, "when I don't know how many pieces——"
"I know," cried Eleanor,—"this makes the fifth!"
"Well, Nell," begged Bob, "don't tell Mother."
"You deserve it," said Eleanor.
"Don't tell Mother."
"Come," said Billy, "all ready! another game! 'Blind feeds Blind!'" And they blindfolded the boys' eyes, and sat them opposite each other, each with a plate of little pieces of cake, and a spoon. They were to try to feed each other. The one who dropped the least number of pieces, and whose cake was first gone, won. It was very funny! Sometimes the spoon was poked into the other boy's ear; sometimes it hit his nose.
"Blind feeds blind
cakes
"Everything was grand, Mary Frances," said Eleanor, "and it was the loveliest party!"
"I think so, too," smiled Aunt Maria.
"One last riddle," said Mary Frances' father, bidding the young people good-night:
"'Why is Mary Frances the happiest girl in the world?'"
Then they all guessed——
"Because 'Mother' is coming home to-morrow!"
"Oh, Mary Frances," laughed Eleanor, "I've had more fun! Good-night, dear." And "So have we all of us," and "Thank you," cried the others.
"Good-night!""Good-night!""Good-night!"
"Never mind, dear child." Aunt Maria comforted her.
MARY FRANCES GETS DINNER
"You are!"
"OH, my dear Kitchen People, I'm so happy, I don't know whether I'm myself or not!"
"You are!" solemnly declared Sauce Pan,—"I mean you are our little 'Miss'—Miss Mary Frances."
"My, I feel so relieved!" said Mary Frances. "Since that is so, I'll tell you why I'm so excited! Mother is coming home to-day—and—I'm going to get dinner. Isn't it lovely?"
"Everybody," shouted Tea Kettle, "ready!"
With that, every utensil in the kitchen sprang to its queer little feet.
"Everybody, ready!"
"We're all quite ready, Mistress," said Tea Kettle, trying to make a bow, but looking very clumsy and ri-dic-u-lous, trying at the same time to keep water from spilling out of his nose.
"Thank you, everybody," said Mary Frances, very gravely, however. "I'll not need anyone just now but Aunty Rolling Pin. Where is she?"
"She's out picking cherries to make a pumpkin pie," said Sauce Pan in a loud whisper to Pie Plate.
"Here I am, child," Aunty Rolling Pin's voice answered. "I can't seem to roll out. Get out of my way—you!"
With that, Knife, Fork and Spoon slid to the side of the table, and she rolled to the edge.
"What is it, child?" she smiled.
"It's the grandest thing!" said Mary Frances.
Slid to the side of the table.
No. 33.—Queen of Hearts Tarts.
Spread cooked heart-shaped pastry shells with preserved cherries. See No. 34.
Spread cooked heart-shaped pastry shells with preserved cherries. See No. 34.
"Tarts!" chuckled Aunty Rolling Pin. "Oh, my handles! I'm so happy! Are the cherries ready, child?" she asked, anxiously.
"Yes," said Mary Frances, "I am to use
"What is it child?"
No. 34.—Pastry.
1 cup flour¼ teaspoon salt1/3 cup lard1/3 cup cold water(Use as little water as possible.)1. Sift salt and flour into a bowl.2. Rub lard into flour with finger tips until like coarse powder.3. Add half the cold water, stirring with a knife to form a stiff ball. Keep this on one side of the bowl.4. Stir in more water until the remaining flour forms a ball. Press these balls together.5. Roll out. Fit to pie plate. Trim off overhanging edges.6. Bake in a hot oven.
1 cup flour¼ teaspoon salt1/3 cup lard1/3 cup cold water
(Use as little water as possible.)
1. Sift salt and flour into a bowl.
2. Rub lard into flour with finger tips until like coarse powder.
3. Add half the cold water, stirring with a knife to form a stiff ball. Keep this on one side of the bowl.
4. Stir in more water until the remaining flour forms a ball. Press these balls together.
5. Roll out. Fit to pie plate. Trim off overhanging edges.
6. Bake in a hot oven.
"That's it!"
"That's it!" exclaimed Aunty Rolling Pin, joyously. "I was afraid there might not be 'shortening' or lard enough in the recipe. The whole art of making good pastry is in having one-third as much lard as flour, and using as little water as possible.
"I was afraid, too, that your mother would not put 'pastry' in the book, for when flour or starch grains are coated in fat they are too dry to 'swell' well in cooking, and cannot burst open. They are not, I'm sorry to say, a very di-ges-ti-ble food."
"I'm glad she did, though," said Mary Frances; "she will not often let us eat 'pastry,' but I 'spect she im-ag-ined how pleased I'd be. I wonder why pie tastes so good, if it isn't good for us? My, how much I have to do! Now I'm ready!"
At these words, Middle-sized Bowl sprang upon the table.
Sprang upon the table.
Measuring Cup dumped a cup of flour into it, and ran toward the lard kettle, which was standing near.
"Is the salt in the flour?" asked Aunty Rolling Pin, crit-i-cal-ly.
"Yes, ma'am," said Tea Spoon, "I put it in."
"Who'll measure the lard?" asked Mary Frances.
"I will!" and Measuring Cup threw it into Bowl.
"Well," laughed Mary Frances, "and what do I do?"
"You'll do enough, child," said Aunty Rolling Pin, "before you get ready a whole big dinner, even with our help."
"Well, really," said Mary Frances, "I 'spose I ought to explain: These tarts are more 'specially for Billy than for dinner. I promised him——"
"Oh, that's all right," said Aunty Rolling Pin; "that only makes it nicer than ever!"
Dumped a cup of flour into it.
"Now," she went on, "rub the flour and lard together. Cover the lard with the flour. Yes, that's it! Now, rub them together until it seems like coarse powder. You could use a knife instead, chopping the lard all through."
"You'll do enough, child."
"That right?" asked Mary Frances, holding somedown for Aunty Rolling Pin to look at, since she couldn't see over the edge of Bowl.
"Yes, that is right," she answered. "Now, you may use a knife for stirring and pour just a little water in—oh, mercy! child! (as Mary Frances was about to throw in a quarter of a glass) not that way! Make a little 'well' in the flour. Pour in about one tablespoon of water. Mix well. Let that rest at one side and do the same thing in another place, and then another, finally stirring all together into one big ball.
"That's just right!" as Mary Frances lifted up the paste.
"Now, sift a little flour on the board and—oh, how many tarts are you going to make?"
"Six."
"All ready!"
"All right. Cut the paste into five even pieces, and withme(Mary Frances laughed, Aunty Rolling Pin seemed so pleased) roll out each piece about one-eighth of an inch thick. After cutting out, save all the left-over trimmings to use for the last one. Plates ready?"
"All ready!" answered the little heart-shaped Tart Plates.
"That right?"
"How do I make a pretty border?" asked MaryFrances, cutting the trimmings from the edge of Tart Plate with a knife held upright along the edge.
Fork came dancing from the edge of the table.
"Oh, I remember!" said Mary Frances, pressing the prongs into the outer edge of the crust.
"They're grand!" chuckled Aunty Rolling Pin. "Can you bake them? You need a very hot oven to bake them."
"But the cherries!" said Mary Frances, glad to think she had caught Aunty Rolling Pin in an oversight.
"Not until the pastry's cooked, child," said Aunty Rolling Pin, with a smile.
Mary Frances slipped the little plates into the oven, and made room on the table to place the dinner as she prepared it.
In a short fifteen minutes the tarts were ready.
"Aren't they sweet!" the little girl exclaimed. "My! I wish they were thought to be very good for children!"
"Aren't they sweet!"
"What's for dinner?" asked Tea Kettle, anxiously.
Slipped them into the oven.
"I'll tell you," said Mary Frances, "I've written out the
MenuPotato SoupPan-broiled SteakCreamed Cabbage Mashed PotatoesTomato and Lettuce SaladBanana Bread Pudding with Hard SauceCoffee
"Very elegant!"
"Very elegant!—but that's a lot to do, isn't it?" said Tea Kettle. "Perhaps, if you read over all the new recipes, and we talk them over when its each one's turn to commence, we can work better."
"Oh, thank you, Tea Kettle," said Mary Frances, "that is a very bright idea." Tea Kettle glistened.
"I'll read them," continued Mary Frances, "as they come in the book."
"Lettuce washed, and tomatoes sliced."
"I have the lettuce well washed, and the tomatoes sliced. All I have to do is to dry the lettuce at dinner time, and soon I can make the
No. 35.—Salad Dressing.
1 teaspoon salt¾ teaspoon mustard1½ tablespoons sugar2 teaspoons flour¾ cup sour cream (or milk)1 egg1 tablespoon vinegar1 teaspoon butterA few grains of red pepper.1. Beat egg.2. Mix mustard, sugar, flour, salt and pepper.3. Add egg slowly, beating well at the same time.4. Add milk. Beat.5. Cook in a sauce pan placed in boiling water.6. Stir until it thickens like cream. Remove from heat at once.7. Add vinegar very slowly, beating all the while.8. Stir in the butter.Serve cold on lettuce or sliced tomatoes.
1 teaspoon salt¾ teaspoon mustard1½ tablespoons sugar2 teaspoons flour¾ cup sour cream (or milk)1 egg1 tablespoon vinegar1 teaspoon butterA few grains of red pepper.
1. Beat egg.
2. Mix mustard, sugar, flour, salt and pepper.
3. Add egg slowly, beating well at the same time.
4. Add milk. Beat.
5. Cook in a sauce pan placed in boiling water.
6. Stir until it thickens like cream. Remove from heat at once.
7. Add vinegar very slowly, beating all the while.
8. Stir in the butter.
Serve cold on lettuce or sliced tomatoes.
"If this is cooked too long, it will 'curdle' or the be egg will become hard and separate," said Sauce Pan; "but I'll be careful. Now I'm ready for work."
"I'll be careful."
Mary Frances laughed. "Thank you, Sauce Pan," she said, as he began to move around, going hither and thither.
"Thank you, Sauce Pan."
"The next recipes are
No. 36.—Creamed New Cabbage.
1. Cut in half and wash well a young green cabbage.2. Cut out and throw away the hard stem part.3. Make ready a kettle of boiling water. Put in cabbage. Leave uncovered.4. When the water boils, throw in 1 teaspoon salt and ¼ teaspoon baking soda (or bicarbonate of soda).5. Boil gently about half hour, or until it begins to lose its bright green color. Lift out with skimmer.6. Pour over it White Sauce just before serving.
1. Cut in half and wash well a young green cabbage.
2. Cut out and throw away the hard stem part.
3. Make ready a kettle of boiling water. Put in cabbage. Leave uncovered.
4. When the water boils, throw in 1 teaspoon salt and ¼ teaspoon baking soda (or bicarbonate of soda).
5. Boil gently about half hour, or until it begins to lose its bright green color. Lift out with skimmer.
6. Pour over it White Sauce just before serving.
Young green cabbage.
No. 37.—Bread Pudding.
1. Cut slices of stale bread into squares of about one half inch.2. For 2 cups bread, allow1 pint milk (2 cups)2 tablespoons sugar2 eggs¼ teaspoon vanilla3. Moisten bread with hot water.4. Butter pudding dish.5. Put into it the moistened bread.6. Beat yolks of eggs; add sugar; add milk.7. Pour this over the bread.8. Beat whites of eggs. Add 2 tablespoons powdered sugar. Beat well.9. Spread this over top of pudding.10. Bake in moderate oven one half hour.11. Serve with Hard Sauce or cream.
1. Cut slices of stale bread into squares of about one half inch.
2. For 2 cups bread, allow
1 pint milk (2 cups)2 tablespoons sugar2 eggs¼ teaspoon vanilla
3. Moisten bread with hot water.
4. Butter pudding dish.
5. Put into it the moistened bread.
6. Beat yolks of eggs; add sugar; add milk.
7. Pour this over the bread.
8. Beat whites of eggs. Add 2 tablespoons powdered sugar. Beat well.
9. Spread this over top of pudding.
10. Bake in moderate oven one half hour.
11. Serve with Hard Sauce or cream.
Cut slices of stale bread.
No. 38.—Banana Bread Pudding.
Slice bananas over top of Bread Pudding before spreading on whites of eggs (No. 37).Serve with cream or Hard Sauce.
Slice bananas over top of Bread Pudding before spreading on whites of eggs (No. 37).
Serve with cream or Hard Sauce.
No. 39.—Hard Sauce.
4 tablespoons soft butter¾ cup powdered sugar½ teaspoon vanillabeaten white of 1 egg1. Make bowl and spoon hot with boiling water.2. "Cream" or rub butter and sugar together, adding sugar by spoonfuls.3. Add vanilla.4. Beat in the white of egg.5. Put in a cool place until needed.
4 tablespoons soft butter¾ cup powdered sugar½ teaspoon vanillabeaten white of 1 egg
1. Make bowl and spoon hot with boiling water.
2. "Cream" or rub butter and sugar together, adding sugar by spoonfuls.
3. Add vanilla.
4. Beat in the white of egg.
5. Put in a cool place until needed.
To save a yolk.
"Yes," said Baking Dish, "that is very nice; but if you use the yolk of the egg in the pudding, it will save it, and make the pudding better."
"To save a yolk, all you have to do (it was little Egg Beater) is to drop it into a cup and pour a little cold water over the top, to prevent its drying. You can use it next day, if you keep it cool."
"Yes, that is very nice"
"It is wonderful," said Mary Frances, "what you Kitchen People know. If it weren't for your help, I'dbe afraid to try to get this dinner. I'd have to make only one thing a day, as Mother meant me to do."
All the Kitchen People smiled happily.
"Is that the last recipe?" asked Frying Pan.
"No," said Mary Frances. "Why, who are you?"
"I'm Frying Pan, of the great Pan family, if you please, Miss," answered he.
"Well! Well! Good friend," smiled Mary Frances, looking at her book, "your turn has come!"
Smiled happily
No. 40.—Pan-broiled Beefsteak.
1. Heat an empty frying pan to blue heat, or until it smokes.No greasing is necessary.2. Put in the steak.3. Cook half minute.4. Turn on other side.5. Cook about 4 minutes.6. Turn, and cook about 5 minutes longer.7. Place on a hot platter, and spread with butter.8. Sprinkle with a little pepper and salt, and 1 tablespoon finely chopped parsley.9. Squeeze over it a little lemon juice.10. Cover with another platter.11. Remove top platter just before serving.
1. Heat an empty frying pan to blue heat, or until it smokes.No greasing is necessary.
2. Put in the steak.
3. Cook half minute.
4. Turn on other side.
5. Cook about 4 minutes.
6. Turn, and cook about 5 minutes longer.
7. Place on a hot platter, and spread with butter.
8. Sprinkle with a little pepper and salt, and 1 tablespoon finely chopped parsley.
9. Squeeze over it a little lemon juice.
10. Cover with another platter.
11. Remove top platter just before serving.
Note.—Mutton or Lamb Chops are pan-broiled in the same way.
"I'm Frying Pan."
"That's it!" cried Frying Pan, delighted. "That's as good as broiling, though it took people a long time to find it out."
"It is not!" cried Gridiron Broiler angrily clicking his wires. "It is not, Spider!"
"For shame!" said Mary Frances. "Don't call names!"
"He isn't calling names," answered Frying Pan, "that's my other name, Frying Pan Spider."
Then to Gridiron he added, "Come, don't let's quarrel, you'll admit pan-broiling is very nearly as good for chops as broiling over the coals in a broiler, and quite as good for steaks—nearly."
"That's it!"
"I was just getting ready to say," said Gridiron, "you didn't mean 'quite.'"
"It's time to commence!" loudly struck in Mantel Clock.
And then Mary Frances looked on in amazement.
In walked Basket with the potatoes for the potato soup; up sprang Knife ready to pare them; over ran Boiler Pan with some water.
"Why! Why!" exclaimed Mary Frances. "Why!"
"It is not!"
"Yes!" said Tea Kettle, "we'll do everything inthe recipes you've already made. All you need to do is to make the new recipes—with our help," which Mary Frances did.
Whenever she'd make a mistake, some one of the Kitchen People would correct and help her.
At six o'clock all the dinner was ready to serve, and the table was set.
"Oh, thank you, dear Kitchen People," said the beaming little girl; "this is the happiest time of my life."
tarts
"They're grand!" chuckled Auntie Rolling Pin. "Can you bake them?"
"You dear Lovely child," cried Mother.
MOTHER'S SURPRISE
"A secret?"
AFTER one last look, Mary Frances, hearing the sound of carriage wheels, ran to answer the door before the bell rang; but Billy was there, too, and they opened the door together.
"Oh, Mother!" cried Mary Frances; "you dear, darling Mother! What a 'cry-baby' I am!" (as the tears rolled down her cheeks, and Mother kissed her and Billy and Father again and again) "What a 'cry-baby!'"
"Which she is not!" declared Billy. "Tell Mother,—Mary Frances, I can't wait for you to tell your secret!"
"A secret?" smiled Mother. "A secret, Mary Frances?"
"Oh, how good something smells!" said Mother. "It makes me hungry."
"Come right out, then," said Mary Frances, bowing, "Dinner is Served."
"You dear, darling Mother!"
"Here?" asked her mother. "I im-ag-ined we'd go over to Aunt Maria's."
"No, Mother, dear," laughed Mary Frances, happily; "it's the 'surprise' for you." And they went into the dining-room.
"Wh—wh—why! how did this happen?" asked Mother. "Where did this feast come from?"
Everybody laughed and talked at the same time.
"Mary Frances is guilty," laughed Billy; and Mary Frances "owned up."
"Mother," said she, bringing her worn and somewhat soiled little cook book and putting it in her Mother's lap, "I've made everything! I've gone 'all through' my book! I got dinner to-night!—that's your surprise."
"How did this happen?"
"My own dear, lovely child!" said Mother. "You dear, precious baby-woman!" And taking Mary Frances in her lap, she hugged and kissed her again and again.
"I've made everything!"
* * * * * * *
"I'm awfully sorry I couldn't exactly explain about you—you dear Kitchen People," whispered Mary Frances, going out to bid them good-night. "If ithadn't been for you, I never, never could have done it,—my dear, dear, friends."
"You'll not need us soon again," said Tea Kettle, sadly. "We're sorry—yet we're glad that your mother will take our place as teacher now."
"Will you help me when I do need you?" asked Mary Frances.
"When you do," they promised, and she threw them a kiss.
"Good-night, little Miss," they cried; and when she turned round again, they looked just like any or-din-ary kitchen utensils.
For a minute she felt very lonely; then, remembering, she said gladly, "But they promised!"
Pots and pans
"Oh, Mother!" cried Mary Frances.
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.Page vii, "Buscuits" changed to "Biscuits" (Baking Powder Biscuits)
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page vii, "Buscuits" changed to "Biscuits" (Baking Powder Biscuits)