toast you one."

Bessie looked on curiously. The joys of toasted marshmallows were new to
her, but when she tasted her first one she was prepared to agree with
Dolly that they were just the things to eat in such a spot.

"I never liked them much before," said Bessie. "They're ever so much
better when they're toasted this way."

"They're good for you, too," said Dolly, her mouth full of the soft
confection. "At least, that's what everyone says, and I know they've
never hurt me. Sometimes I eat so much candy that I don't feel well
afterwards, but it's never been that way with toasted marshmallows. My,
but I'm glad I found that box!"

"So'm I," admitted Bessie. "It seems to make the time pass to have them
to eat. Here, let me toast some of them, now. You're doing all the
work."

"I will not, you'd spoil them. It takes a lot of skill to toast
marshmallows properly," Dolly boasted. "Heavens, Bessie, when there is
something I can do well, let me do it. Aunt Mabel says she thinks I'd be
a good cook if I would put my mind to it, but that's only because she
likes the fudge I make."

"How do you make fudge?"

"Why, Bessie King! Do you mean to say you don't know? I thought you
were such a good cook!"