My,
but I'm glad I found that box!"
"So'm I," admitted Bessie. "It seems to make the time pass to have them
to eat. Here, let me toast some of them, now. You're doing all the
work."
"I will not, you'd spoil them. It takes a lot of skill to toast
marshmallows properly," Dolly boasted. "Heavens, Bessie, when there is
something I can do well, let me do it. Aunt Mabel says she thinks I'd be
a good cook if I would put my mind to it, but that's only because she
likes the fudge I make."
"How do you make fudge?"
"Why, Bessie King! Do you mean to say you don't know? I thought you
were such a good cook!"
"I never said so, Dolly. I had to do a lot of cooking at the farm when
Maw Hoover wasn't well, but she never let me do anything but cook plain
food. That's the only sort we ever had, anyhow. So I never got a chance
to learn to make fudge or anything like that."
"Well, I'll teach you, when we get a good chance, Bessie," promised
Dolly, seriously.
"I'll be glad to take lessons from you, Dolly," she said.
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