“Try me and see! What else do you put in this wonderful compound? Sugar, of course?�
“Yes, one and one-half cups of sugar and a teaspoonful of flavoring. That’s all.�
“O, that’s easy to remember,� said Donald, repeating it glibly.
“Good boy! You’ll do with good tuition. Then you must beat, not stir, the sugar and flour and beaten eggs together in this way. See?�
“Yes,� answered Donald, noting with admiring eyes the movements of the rounded wrists as she exemplified her instructions.
“And now you must put the batter into a bright cake pan, perfectly dry, and bake fifty minutes in a slow oven.�
“But how can I tell whether the oven is slow or quick?� he asked.
“That is something beyond your comprehension. One of the things out of your reach, you know.�
“Ah, I see! I confess I have my limitations. But what is the name of this snowy creation? Didn’t I hear Mrs. Wylie speak of angels?�
“Certainly! This is angel’s food.�