"Right!" cried the Cake Tins; "but when you open the oven door, be careful to do so gently, as any jarring will break the 'gas bubbles' very easily, doing much more harm toward making the cake heavy than the air; in fact, if the door is opened carefully, and not too soon, it does no harm."
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With the Cake Tins' help, a warm and tired, but very happy little girl brought two golden brown fragrant cakes to the table one-half hour before lunch time.
"Turn us on our sides," panted the Cake Tins, "to let us cool off quickly and evenly. My, but it was warm in there!"
"How beautiful the cakes look!" said Mary Frances, doing as she was told.
"Why not take a taste?" Square Cake Tin asked.
"Oh, it's just before lunch time," said Mary Frances, "and would spoil my ap-pe-tite. Mother doesn't allow me——"
"Just one sweet mouthful?" tempted Cake Tin.
"It seems so good. I guess I will—just this once," and cutting a piece, she ate it.
"Oh," she cried, "my beautiful cake! Look, it's sinking down in the middle!" The tears came to her eyes.