“Dinah come back? No, what makes you ask that?” inquired Nan, in surprise.
“Well, I see you have hot biscuits,” went on Mrs. Pry, with twinkles in her eyes, “and I thought Dinah had come back to make them.”
“No, I did it!” exclaimed Nan, and she felt very proud that Mrs. Pry should think the biscuits as good as those which Dinah could make.
“You made these biscuits! My, that’s wonderful!” said Aunt Sallie, tasting one. “You are certainly a good little housekeeper.”
This pleased Nan more than ever and the lonesome feeling that was coming over her again, as night began to fall, seemed to pass away for a time.
After supper, or dinner, as it was called when Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were at home, Bert and Nan washed and dried the dishes. Flossie begged so hard to be allowed to help that Nan let her dry a few.
“But you must be careful and not drop any, or they’ll break,” cautioned Nan.
“I’ll be careful,” promised Flossie.
But alas! She was wiping a saucer when Freddie, who was playing on the floor with his train of cars, made a sudden movement.
“Look out!” cried Flossie. “Don’t jiggle me!”