"Oh, that's it, is it?" asked Jem; "if I didn't guess as much when I saw you carryin' home that little red pan."
"But if it's heavy," said Meg dubiously, not referring to the pan, but to the bread, "shall you ever trust me with your flour again?"
He only smiled at that, and said,
"But you used to make it at home, for I'm sure as you told me so once."
"So I used, but not for a long time now; and you know there are a great many things that have to be right, or your bread won't be right."
"Well," said Jem, "let's get 'em all right, and then we shan't have no mishaps."
Meg laughed merrily.
"Jem, I must have some German yeast, and some nice good flour."
"I'll buy those for you as I pass along to my work, and tell them to send 'em in."
"But they'll have to come early," said Meg, "or it will not be a bit of use."