"Where?" she asked suddenly stopping.
Mary Frances jumped. She had been rolling Aunty Rolling Pin to and fro, unconsciously keeping time with her song.
"Where?" she again demanded, her mouth full of flour.
"Dear me," answered Mary Frances, "I don't know."
"School, of course," laughed Aunty Rolling Pin; "I thought you'd surely know."
"Oh, yes, of course," laughed Mary Frances; "Cooking School."
"Certainly, child," laughed Aunty Rolling Pin. "To what other school could you go to learn about me?"
"That's beautiful poetry," said Mary Frances.