“Who baked the pie that’s in the oven?”
At once Mrs. Martin understood that something unusual had happened while she was out.
“Norah, what do you mean?” she asked.
“I was starting to make a pie,” the cook explained, “and I had no cinnamon. And when I come back there’s a lovely pie baking in the oven and——”
“Mrs. Keller made the pie!” sang out Ted and Janet together.
“Yes, I think I shall have to confess,” the visitor said, with a smile. “When I arrived I found your little daughter in trouble, and I helped her out.”
“It was—now, it was my fault,” manfully confessed Teddy.
Then, by degrees, the whole story was told. Mrs. Martin could not help laughing, though, afterward, she scolded Teddy for doing what he had done to annoy Janet.
“It was very good of you, Mrs. Keller,” said the mother of the Curlytops.
“Not at all. I was glad to do it. I have rather missed my own kitchen since my husband and I came away,” was the answer.