"Come and see the Baby."
The boys were out in an instant. The Baby was in the storeroom adjoining, and discovered the honey pot. It was a "sight." He sat there, both hands and arms covered with honey, blinking innocently, and licking his fingers and arms with the greatest joy imaginable.
"You little rascal, you are getting too fat now," was George's greeting; but Baby didn't mind. He knew George by this time.
The bread raised, but it, too, was a "sight." It was full of holes and at some places the bread had no appearance of having "come up," which is kitchen parlance for unraised bread.
"What is the matter with it, Harry?"
"Did you work it before you put it into the oven?"
"I forgot that."
When the Professor saw the sample he divined the trouble at once.
"Of course, you have to work it, for the reason that 'working' distributes the gases through the mass. I think you made the mistake in working it and then putting it into the oven immediately."
"How long should it stand after working?"