“Worse and worse! One could have no faith in your predictions.�
“Not until they have been proven correct, perhaps.�
“Tibby,� said Elinor Wylie, interrupting them, “hadn’t you better come in and make an angel-food cake this morning? Alice is busy and the girl doesn’t know how.�
“Certainly, there’s nothing I like to do so well,� responded Tibby cheerfully, springing up the steps and starting toward the kitchen.
“Sha’n’t I come too?� asked Donald. “I want to learn to cook; besides, you don’t know how useful I can make myself.�
“Do you hear that, Mrs. Wylie? The audacity of the man! As chief cook I am queen of the kitchen and no intruder dare enter its precincts.�
“Without invitation, of course. But I expect to be invited.�
“O, you do? The conceit of some people is unbearable. Well, if you will be upon your good behavior I’ll not be inhospitable. But see that you don’t talk too much and make me spoil the cake. What do you expect to do to help me?�
“O, stone raisins, and build fires, and—and—look at you.�
“Stone raisins? We don’t use them in this kind of cake, you ignorant fellow.�