BROKEN WIRES
Nan jumped so, because of Freddie’s shouts and Flossie’s screams, that she almost dropped the batch of biscuits she was just then putting into the oven. But she managed to get them in and close the door. Then she turned and said to Freddie:
“You shouldn’t fool me that way! Oh, how you startled me!”
“He isn’t fooling you,” said Bert. “Flossie did really sit in the biscuits!”
By this time the little girl herself had come to know that something was wrong. She felt something soft in the chair where she had been sitting—something soft with a hard rim around it that had not been in it when she got up to watch Nan use the biscuit-cutter.
“Oh! Oh!” screamed Flossie. “What is it?”
“Don’t yell so. You aren’t hurt!” said Nan.
“But the buskits are hurt!” yelled Freddie. “They’re all squashed flat! Look at ’em!”
This was quite true—Flossie had sat down rather hard on the biscuits and they were “squashed,” as Freddie said.
“But you can roll ’em out again, Nan,” suggested Bert. “They aren’t spoiled. Flossie’s dress is clean—I mean it was clean before she sat in the biscuits.”