"And here's the dessert!" Bet held up a handful of dough.
"I wouldn't call that much of a dessert," Joy shrugged with disgust.
"Wait and see! You take a little piece of it and pull it out like this," and Bet stretched the dough into a long, narrow ribbon. "Now please hand me those sticks I was whittling!" After rubbing the end of the twigs in flour, Bet wound the ribbon around the end in a spiral.
"And now what?" asked Kit, as Bet passed each of them a stick with the twisted dough on the point.
"Put them over the coals but be careful not to burn them," she cautioned.
The girls kept the sticks turning so that the dough would cook evenly. Suddenly Bet held hers up; "I do believe mine is done, and this is the way you find out. If it slips off without sticking then it is done." Bet gave the twist a little turn and it came off.
"Now that's a bread twist!" she smiled with satisfaction, as the girls all took theirs off successfully. "Here, fill them up with jelly, and then tell me what you think of them."
"No words can describe this!" replied Joy. "I could just live on bread twists."
"And now let's be on our way!" Bet shouldered her pack. "It can't be far to the lake now."
After an hour's walk they realized that something was wrong, they should have been at the lake long ago.