"Ready!" exclaimed Sauce Pan, and Mary Frances poured the hot water.
"Ready!" cried Toaster Man, and Mary Frances made the toast.
"Oh!" cried the little girl suddenly, her fingers crushing through the eggshell, "what a shame!"
"A sharp rap with a knife and a quick pull with the thumbs," somebody said.
"Thank you," smiled Mary Frances, too busy to discover who was her helper.
Very soon she had lifted the poached egg with Per-for-at-ed Skimmer on the piece of toast.
When she had arranged the tray, she brought it out for the Kitchen People to see.