world can be accomplished without effort.'

'They're a lovely brown,' began Mrs. Winship, sympathetically.

'And they have a very good flavour,' added Elsie.

'Don't touch them, dearest!' cried Bell, snatching the plate from
under Elsie's very nose. 'I won't have you made ill by my failures.
But as for the boys, I don't care a fig for them. Let them make
flapjacks more to their taste, the odious things! Polly Oliver, did
you put in that baking powder, as I told you, while I went for the
pork?'

Polly blanched. 'Baking powder?' she faltered.

'Yes, baking powder! B-A-K-I-N-G P-O-W-D-E-R! Do I make myself
plain?'

'Oh, baking powder, to be sure. Well, now that you mention the
matter, I do remember that Dicky called me away just as I was getting
it; and now that I think of it, Elsie came just afterwards, and--and-
-'

'And that's the whole of my story, O,' sang Jack. 'I recommend the
criminal to the mercy of the court.'

'A case of too many cooks,' laughed Dr. Winship. 'Cheer up, girls;
better fortune next time.'

'There are eight more of them burning on the griddles this moment,