CHAPTER XXIV
THE TEA PARTY
MARY FRANCES didn't eat much lunch.
"What's the matter, child?" asked Aunt Maria, anxiously. "'Homesick' for Mother?—or was to-day's lesson too hard?"
Then Mary Frances told of cutting and eating the fresh cake. "And, Aunt Maria," she said, the tears flowing down her cheeks, "it went
down!
down!
down!
until I was afraid it would rise out of the bottom of the pan the other way."
"Never mind, dear child," Aunt Maria comforted her. "I did the same thing to my first cake. I remember it well!"
"You did, Aunt Maria?"