"Eliza did, up at Grandma's. It was fine. I'll teach you, if you like."
"Do!" urged King. "Then Midge can make little cakes for the Sand Club. Ellen makes 'em sometimes, but she says it's a bother."
Permission being granted by Mrs. Maynard, the girls tried cake-making that very afternoon.
"I'll help yez, shall I?" asked Ellen, as the two energetic damsels raided her pantry.
"No, Ellen," said Marjorie. "Miss Kitty is going to teach me. You go,—go—why, Ellen, you take an afternoon out!"
"It isn't me day out, Miss Midget, but I'll go to me room, an' if yez wants me, yez can send Sarah afther me, sure."
"Can I help?" asked King, who wanted to be in the fun.
"Yes, you can stone raisins," said Kitty, kindly.
At home in Rockwell, Marjorie had always been chief directress in all their doings, but down here Kitty was more like a visitor, and the others politely deferred to her. So King went contentedly to work, stoning raisins, and the girls made the cake.
"I didn't bring my recipe book," said Kitty, "but I guess I remember how to make it. You see, Eliza is going to teach me to make lots of things, so I've quite a big book for recipes."