She came flying back, in a moment, with a small package in her
hand.

"I wonder if this won't do just as well," she said. "It's marked
elastic starch, instead of cornstarch, but it looks ever so much
like the other, and it's all there is, anyway."

Molly eyed it with little favor.

"It isn't just the same," she said thoughtfully; "but if we can't
get anything else, we may as well use it. Here goes, anyway." And
she added a heaping spoonful.

The pudding was mixed, poured into a baking dish and set into the
oven.

"There," said Molly, with an air of relief, "that's done, all but
watching to see that it doesn't burn."

"And clearing up the table," sighed Polly. "It doesn't seem as if
we could have used so many dishes, just for one little pudding;
does it, Molly?"

"Never mind," said Molly consolingly; "when it's done, we shall
feel paid for it all. I don't mind washing dishes. You put the
sugar and stuff away, while I do them. I wish I felt sure about
this other starch," she added, taking up the paper and glancing at
it.