Luna was placed in her corner and given a bowl like the twins, and the girls set to work, even Jane Potter asking to help.
“What all shall we cook? I can make fudges,” said Molly.
“Fudges are all right—you may make some, but I want something better than sweets. Helena, you’re the oldest, you begin. Suggest—then follow your suggestions. Fortunately we’ve a pretty big range to work on and Ephraim can make a fire if he can’t make tea. It’s burning fine. Hurry up, Helena, and speak, else Alfaretta will explode. She’s impatient enough,” urged Dorothy.
“Once—I made angel food,” said Helena, rather timidly. “It didn’t turn out a real success, but I think that was because I didn’t use eggs enough.”
“How many did you use?”
“A dozen.”
“Try a dozen and a half. There’s a basket of them yonder in the storeroom and everybody must wait on everybody’s self. Else we’ll never get through. I’ll light up, it’s getting dark already,” answered Dorothy who, as hostess, was naturally considered director of affairs.
“Well, Alfy! What will you do?”
“I can fry chicken to beat the Dutch!”
“Hope you can,” laughed Helena. “I’m not fond of Dutch cookery, I’ve tried it abroad. They put vinegar in everything.”