"Let's see if there is any stale bread. I should think so! a whole loaf! Now, I'll cut two slices, and since I want it to be very nice, I'll cut off the crusts. I guess that will be enough; oh, how I wish somebody was here to help me."
"There is somebody—I'll help!"
Mary Frances looked round in amazement. Seeing no one, "Why,—where? Why,—who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Tea Kettle, Miss," said Tea Kettle, lifting his lid very politely. "I'm gladly at your service, if you please."
"And I!" It was Sauce Pan.
"And I!" cried Boiler Pan.
Mary Frances could scarcely believe her ears.