"_I_ couldn't help it if they didn't rise in the oven.
Go rag the cookbook."
Joy could stand it no longer. Forgetting her real state, she rushed
out on them, where they wrestled with the dinner and Tiddy. They
were playing handball with the biscuits by this time.
"Oh, _Tiddy!_ You didn't put _yeast_ in those biscuits!"
she reproached him. "Why, you poor unfortunate boy, yeast has to
rise over night, or an afternoon anyhow! They're no use!"
They all three stopped simultaneously at the vision which she had
quite honestly forgotten she presented. Tiddy listened humbly, and
Clarence made a low bow.
"The Queen came in the kitchen, speaking bread and honey," he quoted
appositely, while John looked both pleased and proud.
"There, I told you so," he said with triumph. "I said you were in
wrong with those biscuits. Joy always knows."
"'It was the very best butter,'" quoted Tiddy (who was not without a
sense of humor), from "Alice."
"But what can we do?" asked John, who was concentrated on the
situation. "The steak's all right--any idiot can broil steak, as
Tiddy has proved--" he had to stop short to dodge a biscuit--"and
the soup came out of a can, so maybe that'll do. But there isn't a
bit of bread, and we simply have to have it. At least I suppose so."
"Get me an apron, please," Joy asked of the surroundings, and two
aprons were offered her excitedly by three willing hands. She pinned
both on, as a precaution against ruining the amber satin, though she
didn't much mind if it had been ruined, and began by investigating
the soup.
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