she wanted it.

While her sister-in-law was eating her breakfast, Nora stood looking out
of the window at the vast expanse of snow-covered country with never a
house in sight. Already there were signs that Taylor's prophecy would be
fulfilled. The sun, which had been up only a few hours, shone brightly,
and already the air had lost much of its sharpness. It was distinctly
warmer than it had been the day before.

At the first sign that Gertie had finished her breakfast, Nora began to
gather the things together for washing, wisely not waiting to ask
permission. If possible, Gertie seemed to be less inclined for
conversation in the early morning than at night. They finished the task
in unbroken silence. When the last dish had been put away, Gertie spoke:

"Can you bake?"

"I have baked cakes."

"How about bread and biscuits?"

"I've never tried them."

"Umph!"

"I should be glad to learn, if you would be good enough to teach me."

"I have little time for teaching," said Gertie ungraciously. "But you
can watch how I do it and maybe you'll learn something."