"I think so," smiled Aunty Rolling Pin; "I made it up myself. It's so floury, you know," blowing the white dust in the air.
"Tee-hee," giggled Mary Frances.
Aunty Rolling Pin looked offended.
"Excuse me," said Mary Frances, "you mean 'flowery.'"
"I mean what I say," said Aunty Rolling Pin; "isn't that what I said?"
As it certainly was what she said, and Mary Frances didn't like to explain, she hastily turned to her work.
It didn't take long to cut the biscuits, as she had often helped her mother in baking. She knew how to dip the cutter each time into flour, that the dough might not stick. She used the large thimble she had brought down from the sewing room in the same way as she had used the biscuit cutter.
