"Goody, goody!" cried Betty, when her mamma said she might try.
"I didn't tell her about the red-letter part," she explained, as she and Nora measured and beat and stirred. "That will make it another kind of red-letter day—S for S'prise."
The cake came out of the oven light and flaky and beautiful.
"I didn't tell her about the red-letter part," she explained, as she beat and stirred
"Wouldn't it be nice," sighed Betty, "if it could only have a red S right in the middle?"
"It can," said Nora. "Make it of those tiny red candies of yours. You'll have to work fast before the icing dries."