"Well," said Mary Frances, "you've no notion how many that boy can eat, and there isn't much else for lunch. I guess I'll cook about twelve,"—and counting them out, she began to wash them.
"Be sure to get all the sand out of their eyes," laughed Boiler Pan. "But first, will you help me jump up on the stove, and fill me?—then I can boil while you're 'ringing' the potatoes."
This done, he was very quiet, while she finished the potatoes.
Just then the clock struck eleven.
"Why, I must hurry," exclaimed Mary Frances.
"I'm ready," bubbled Boiler Pan.
"Oh, yes, I'm coming," and she dropped the potatoes in one by one.
"Now, put on my hat," said Boiler Pan, and Mary Frances put on the lid.
"Are they all right?" asked the little girl.