UP, UP, UP, AND DOWN, DOWN,
DOWN-Y.
"Now, Dinah, it's time to try the jelly."
"Wait a minute, Miss May; it can't be stiff yet."
"Oh, yes! Dinah, it is; I think it is. I'll only just breathe on it, Dinah; I'll not disturb it a bit."
"Let me breathe on it too."
"And me."
Dinah chuckled silently to herself in a way she had. She opened the kitchen window, and in one second three little girls had climbed on three chairs, and three curly heads had met over the saucer of currant juice which stood on the sill.
"I think it's going to jelly," said May.
Lulu touched it delicately with the point of her small forefinger.
"There!" she cried triumphantly. "It crinkled; it did, Dinah! The jelly's come."