"I will!" and Measuring Cup threw it into Bowl.
"Well," laughed Mary Frances, "and what do I do?"
"You'll do enough, child," said Aunty Rolling Pin, "before you get ready a whole big dinner, even with our help."
"Well, really," said Mary Frances, "I 'spose I ought to explain: These tarts are more 'specially for Billy than for dinner. I promised him——"
"Oh, that's all right," said Aunty Rolling Pin; "that only makes it nicer than ever!"
"Now," she went on, "rub the flour and lard together. Cover the lard with the flour. Yes, that's it! Now, rub them together until it seems like coarse powder. You could use a knife instead, chopping the lard all through."
"That right?" asked Mary Frances, holding some down for Aunty Rolling Pin to look at, since she couldn't see over the edge of Bowl.
"Yes, that is right," she answered. "Now, you may use a knife for stirring and pour just a little water in—oh, mercy! child! (as Mary Frances was about to throw in a quarter of a glass) not that way! Make a little 'well' in the flour. Pour in about one tablespoon of water. Mix well. Let that rest at one side and do the same thing in another place, and then another, finally stirring all together into one big ball.