Twaddles set out to amuse himself. He wished he had Philip to play
with, but the dog was out in the garage and Twaddles had been forbidden
to make the journey through the snow in his sandals. To be sure there
was Annabel Lee, but the cat was in a sleepy mood and refused to wake
up sufficiently to be amusing.

"Oh, dear," sighed Twaddles. "There's nothing to do. I wonder where
Norah is?"

He scuttled down to the kitchen, which was in beautiful order, but no
Norah was in sight She was up in her room changing her dress, but
Twaddles did not know that.

"I'm hungry!" he decided, opening the pantry door. "Skating always
gives you such an appetite."

He had heard some one say this.

As in most pantries, the favorite place for the Blossom cake box was on
the highest shelf. Why this was so, puzzled Twaddles, as it has
puzzled many other small boys and girls.

"I should think Norah might leave it down low," he grumbled, dragging a
chair into the pantry with some difficulty and proceeding to climb into
it.

By stretching, he managed to get his fingers on the cake box lid and
pull it down. He opened it.