"All right!" he answered in a muffled voice.
Mary Frances then went in the dining-room, and busied herself about setting the table.
Soon, she heard a "rumpus" in the kitchen. She ran out. Bubbles were sputtering over the sides of Boiler Pan, and the lid was dancing a jig.
"What shall I do? What shall I do?" cried Mary Frances, jumping up and down.
"This hat's crazy! Take it off, quick!" Boiler Pan besought her.
Without thinking, she seized the lid with her fingers, but dropped it with a cry of pain.
"I'm scalded, I'm scalded," she sobbed. "What will I do for it?" and she ran for some cold water.
"Don't do that, child," said Aunty Rolling Pin. "Butter it and then powder it with baking soda the way your mother does."