It made Flossie feel better to know that she had not broken a good dish. So she dried her tears. But Nan decided that she would take no more chances with letting the little girl dry dishes.
“You two go in the other room with Bert and pop corn,” she suggested, looking straight at Bert to tell him to get the small twins out of the way. “I’ll finish the dishes,” Nan whispered to him.
“Oh, pop corn! Pop corn!” cried Freddie, dancing around. “How I love pop corn!”
“So do I!” echoed Flossie. “I’m going to have some pop corn, ain’t I?” she asked.
“Sure!” said Bert.
A little later, when Nan had finished the dishes, she joined Bert and the small twins in the living room, where Bert popped corn over the gas log. Flossie and Freddie laughed as the kernels cracked with the heat, bursting out into queerly shaped, big, white objects.
“They look like crooked snowflakes,” was Freddie’s comment.
“But they taste better’n snowflakes,” said Flossie.
Bert wanted to melt some sugar and pour over the corn, so he could make balls of it, but Nan said this would be too sticky. So they melted some butter, poured that into the pan of popped corn, and then sprinkled on some salt.
“Oh, yum! It’s good!” mumbled Bert as he filled his mouth with the crisp corn.