“I really feel like I’m at boarding school now,” Mimi murmured happily as she continued stirring.
“You’ll know you are at boarding school if Mrs. Cole catches us and you get campused,” Betsy warned. “What a divine smell!”
“Look!” Chloe was pointing at the canned heat. Her face was tragic. “It’s going out!” Slowly the blaze flickered, flared up, and while the anxious girls looked on, sputtered out.
“There goes the old ball game,” Mimi whispered.
“Not for me, I’ll eat it with a spoon.” Sue declared.
“Never say die,” Betsy said. “It’s nearly done, I know it is. Lift it up Mimi and we’ll finish it over the candle. We mustn’t let it stop boiling. Here.”
“Dit has an electric perculator,” Sue volunteered. “She’s made tomato soup in it. Why not fudge?”
“Don’t be silly,” Chloe said.
“No,” agreed Mimi, “you’d better thank your lucky stars you made the last trip safely. Besides, the lights are out over there now.”
After ten slow passing minutes of feeble boiling over the candle, Mimi declared the candy finished. The candle was about gone, too.