Don’t forget a pinch of—Salt.”
The children opened their eyes at the magic word. The old woman had disappeared, and instead of Aunt Polly’s back steps they were in the kitchen of a great castle.
“How funny you look, Ray,” said Dorothy, “with that cap and apron on just like a baker.”
“Well, you look funny too,” replied Ray; “there’s a big daub of flour on your nose.”
Dorothy tried to brush it off and asked, “Is it off?”
“No,” replied Ray; “it looks bigger than ever.”
“Never mind it,” said Dorothy, “let’s go to work and make a pudding, a sweet, juicy, delicious pudding.”
“Good,” cried Ray; “my mouth waters already. What can I do?”
“You can help,” said his cousin; “first of all, we’ll get a large pan to mix things in.”
Over the fireplace in the great kitchen hung shining pans of all sorts and sizes.