Stand back,’ said she, ‘and I will look in the oven.’
But they didn’t stand back, not they. They crowded round and peeked and sniffed as Belinda gently opened the oven door. And when she said, ‘They are done!’ they clapped their hands and shouted and pranced about the room.
‘What can it be?’ asked Merrythought, clinging to the window-sill, his eyes as round as plates. ‘It must be something very rich and fine.’
But what do you think Belinda took from the oven and carefully set upon the table in a row?
Seven little pies! Seven little saucer pies, in very small saucers, too!
Merrythought almost fell off the window-sill, he was so surprised. And the very next moment he did something much worse. He sneezed! A loud crashing sneeze that jerked his head forward and struck it against the window-pane with a thump!
Well, of course the children rushed over to the window to see what was there. And when they saw a little fellow, only Brownie size, they opened the door, and Belinda called him to come in.
So in Merrythought went, and the room was so sweet with the odor of the seven little pies that Merrythought couldn’t help sniffing and staring at them, too.
‘They are our pies,’ spoke up little Tom proudly.
‘One apiece,’ announced Danny and Bill in a breath.