In the city, Sigrid's mother bought her rye bread from a baker, but grandmother had her bread baked three or four times a year in this little house. Most of the room was filled by the huge stone fireplace, which was heated to a high temperature. Then the coals were raked off and the rye bread cooked on the hot stones.
"What does she do with this flat round piece of wood with a short handle?" asked Anders, who was exploring.
"Oh," said Sigrid, "it is a great lark to watch her. She rolls out the batter quite thin, and slips that wooden shovel beneath each cake. Then she takes this other wooden spade with a long handle, shakes the cake from the little spade to that one, and thrusts it on the hot stones. Svea does it very quickly, but she laughed when I asked if it was hard, so I don't believe it is as easy as it looks."
BAKING RYE BREAD AT GRANDMOTHER'S
"Don't you think it is time for dinner? I am so hungry," said Anders.
"Guess what we are going to have to-day," said Sigrid.
"Pancakes and jelly," Anders replied promptly.
"No, sour milk, with powdered ginger on top."
"Let's run, then," said Anders, "because I don't want to be late and have father say I cannot have any."