“I believe I could play ball with them against the garage, and they wouldn’t crack,” she declared disgustedly. “I’m going over to Mrs. Swan’s to see if she has a cooky recipe. Wonder why I didn’t think of it before.”
She tried again the next day, and this time the little cakes could not be accused of hardness; they were so rich and crumbly that they came from the pan in pieces.
“Anyway, they taste good,” comforted Lilith. “I wish my muffins had come out as well as these.”
Poor Lilith! the muffins that she had risen early to make for breakfast had been so heavy and unpalatable that they were fed to the chickens and ducks.
In vain the girls coaxed Mrs. Daybill to try her “luck,” but she asserted that she never could do anything without a recipe and that she wasn’t going to waste time in trying.
“If I had dreamed that I’d need it I would have brought my recipe book along.”
“Better send for it,” advised Polly.
“By that time Benedicta would be back,” the other returned.
“I am going to Overlook this afternoon to buy one,” declared Polly. But, to her chagrin, among her numerous purchases it was forgotten.
Meanwhile Lilith grew desperate, and, borrowing a recipe from Sally Robinson, made some rolls for tea.