“The staff of life,” finished the children.
“I have an idea,” cried their father suddenly. “The Spotless Bakery is about three squares up the street. It is open in the evening. I know the manager. Let us go up there to see how they make bread.”
“Hurrah for dad! Fine, come on!” cried Wallace.
“I wish mother could go,” Ruth said.
Her mother shook her head; “No, dear, I’ll not go this time, but thank you for thinking of it.”
“We won’t be long, mother, and we’ll tell you about everything when we get home,” said Wallace, as the three left the house.
III. A Visit to the Bakery
Soon they came to a big square building that seemed to be all windows, blazing with light. Over the door was a sign which read:
THE SPOTLESS BAKERY