CHAPTER VI
A RAIN AND A RUNAWAY
At her cry of dismay, Perkins strolled over to take a look.
"They're burnt, Miss," he announced, bending over the pan.
"Of course they are," snapped Judy, "any one could see that, Perkins."
Perkins looked over her head, loftily.
"Yes, Miss, of course," he said, "but it's mostly always that way when there are too many cooks. I'm afraid there won't be enough to go around, Miss."
"Are these all?" asked Judy, anxiously.
"Yes," said Launcelot, "I cooked four and you burned six, and there are the Judge and Anne and Nannie and Amelia and Perkins and you and I to be fed."
"You needn't count me, sir," said Perkins. "I never eats, sir."