"When I have made some bread," answered Meg, "and tidied up a bit."
"Bread?" said Mrs. Seymour.
"I'm going to try; and if I succeed I'll bring you a loaf, mother! Please don't think I'm a new broom!"
"You're a nice broom!" said her mother-in-law, with rare enthusiasm, "and I'll come down to see you make it one of these days. Dear, dear, can you make bread, to be sure? I've often wished to see it done!"
