"You stay with me, Baby," called Nora. "I'm going to bake a cake and
I'll give you some."
"Trouble bake a cake, too?" he asked. "No, Trouble isn't big enough to
bake a cake, but you can watch me. I'll get out the flour and sugar
and other things, and I'll make a little cake just for you."
On a table in the cooking tent Nora set out the things she was to use
for her baking. There was the bag of flour, some water in a dish and
other things. Just as she was about to mix the cake Mrs. Martin called
Nora away for a moment.
"Now, Trouble, don't touch anything until I come back!" warned the
girl, as she hurried out of the tent. "I won't be gone a minute."
But she was gone longer than that. Left alone in the tent, with many
things on the table in front of him, Trouble looked at them. He knew
he could have lots of fun with some of the pans, cups, the egg beater,
the flour, the water and the eggs. A little smile spread over his
tanned, chubby face.
"Trouble bake a cake," he said to himself. "Nora bake a cake--Trouble
bake a cake. Yes!"
First Baby William pulled toward him the bag of flour. He managed to
do it without upsetting it, for the bag was a small one. Near it was a
bowl of water with a spoon in it. Trouble had seen his mother and Nora
bake cakes, and he must have remembered that they mixed the flour and
water together.
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