When she did go out to look up her next lesson in her little book, Boiler Pan walked dolefully up to her, holding out a piece of sand-paper.
He looked so funny with a big black spot on one eye!
Bowing, he began to recite:
"Of course, you never burn your pans,
Of course, no more do I;
But, should such sad things happen,
A piece of this just try."
"I will!" exclaimed Mary Frances; and in less than a twinkle had rubbed all the burnt spots off.
"My,—that's better; thank you," brightly beamed Boiler Pan.
Mary Frances sat down on the rocking chair, and opened her book.
"Tea! Omelet!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that nice!"
Just then came a knock at the kitchen door.