“I’ve got enough dough for two pans of biscuits,” said the little cook. “So I’ll set this first pan down in a chair and get another pan ready for the oven. Then they’ll both bake at the same time.”
“We’ll have lots of buskits!” said Freddie. “I’m glad, because I like buskits!”
“And I’m going to have sugar on my bikset, ain’t I, Nan?” asked Flossie.
“We’ll see,” said the young cook, giving all her attention to cutting out the second batch.
Flossie and Freddie both liked to watch this part of the work, so they left their chairs to stand beside the table. They stood on their tiptoes, so eager were they.
“Now I’ll put these in the pan, and pop them into the oven,” said Nan, when the last of the biscuits had been cut out. “Sit down in your chairs, Flossie and Freddie, so you won’t be in my way when I open the oven door.”
Flossie and Freddie went back to where they had been sitting, and all would have been well if Flossie had taken the same chair out of which she had slid a little while before to watch Nan. But, instead, Flossie backed up to the wrong chair.
It was the chair on which Nan had set the first pan of biscuits, and a moment later Flossie “plopped” herself down right on top of the soft bits of dough!
“Oh! Oh!” yelled Freddie, but too late. “Look! Look! Flossie sat on the buskits! Flossie’s sitting on the buskits!”