“Wouldn’t it be nice to make real pies and cakes?” said Dorothy.
“Yes,” answered Ray, “if you knew how.”
“Why, anybody can make them!” exclaimed Dorothy. “It’s just raisins and things!”
“If I could make real pies and cakes I’d eat them all the time,” said Ray.
“So would I!” exclaimed Dorothy.
“O no! you wouldn’t,” said a wee voice behind them. The children turned and there stood a little old woman about as high as your twelve-inch rule. She wore a white cap and blue apron and carried a tiny spoon in her hand.
“You couldn’t eat sweets all the time,” cried the little old woman.
“Just try us,” said Ray. “I think I could.”
“I know I could,” cried Dorothy. “I love tarts, I could live on tarts.”
“And pudding,” said Ray; “I could eat it all day long.”