"I smell something!" said Dolfke.

They all sniffed and:

"Mates! They're taking the cake-bread out of the oven!"

They rushed indoors one on top of the other. On the table lay four
golden-yellow brown-crusted loaves, as big as cart-wheels, steaming till
the whole house smelt of them.

"First let it cool! Then you can eat it," said mother and gave each of
them a flat scone.

"Yes, mother."

And they trotted round the kitchen holding their treasures high above
their heads and screaming with delight.

Behind the elder-hedge they heard father's voice humming:

When the sorrel shows,
'Tis then the month of May, O!...

They ran to him, took the tools out of his hands and:

"Father, the rabbits! The rabbits now, father?"

"Will it be fine weather to-morrow?" asked Horieneke.