“Is my dress—now—is it dirty?” asked Flossie, trying to turn herself around to look at the back of her garment.
“It’s all sticky dough and flour,” stated Freddie. “You look like a buskit yourself, Flossie!”
“Oh, dear!” sighed the little girl, and she would have burst into tears but for Nan, who put her arms about her and kindly said:
“Never mind. Your dress will wash and the biscuits aren’t hurt much. I can roll them out again, and I’ll give you two with sugar on.”
“Oh, all right,” agreed Flossie, and her face brightened. Then, as Freddie said, she “squeezed back” her tears, and they all laughed at the funny accident.
Bert picked most of the dough off Flossie’s dress while Nan took the “squashed” biscuits from the pan, rolled the dough out again on the moulding board, and made that batch over. Soon they were baking in the oven with the others.
“They smell good!” declared Freddie, when his sister opened the oven door to see how the biscuits were browning.
“They’ll taste a lot better,” laughed Bert, while Nan took Flossie upstairs to put a clean dress on her.
In spite of the accident, Nan’s biscuits turned out very well, only a few of them being burned, and the children ate many of them for supper.
“Has Dinah come back?” asked Mrs. Pry, when Nan took her up a tray with her supper on it.