sang the little fellow, dancing on the stove.
"Old Puff-away," he began.
"That will do!" said Mary Frances, and proceeded to pour out the hot water. "Tea Kettle is my right-hand man. Don't you dare say another word until I speak to you"—as she put in the eggs, and drew him to the back of the stove.
"And now, I'll make the coffee."
At her side stood Coffee Pot.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Quite ready," she said.
"Is it really my turn?" he asked again.
"Yes," smiled Mary Frances, "it is!"