Tea Kettle simmered his thanks.
"What can be burning?" she asked. "What can it be?" and she looked all over the stove.
"I do believe it's something in the oven!"
As she pulled open the oven door, out rolled the burnt potatoes.
"Now," she said, "now, for the toast," and she caught up her mother's apron from a hook, and tied it just under her arms, crossing the strings in front.
The Kitchen People held their breath to see what would happen next.
Suddenly she clapped her hands.
"The very thing!" she cried, and ran out of the room. In a minute she was back, with a little book in her hands.
