Anyhow that was the way to make mud pies--by mixing
sand and water.
Trouble looked for something to mix his cake in. The tins and dishes
were so far back on the table that he could not get them easily. He
must take something else.
Off his head Trouble pulled his white hat--a new one that grandpa had
brought only that day from the village store.
"Make cake in dis," murmured Baby William to himself.
He pushed a chair up to the table and climbed upon it. From the chair
he got on the table and sat down. Then he began to make his cake in
his hat.
CHAPTER XII
THE CURLYTOPS GO SWIMMING
"Trouble make a cake--Trouble make a nice cake for Jan an' Ted,"
murmured Baby William to himself. Certainly he thought he was going to
do that--make a nice cake--but it did not turn out just that way.
Trouble's hat, being of felt, held water just as a dish or a basin
would have done, but the little fellow had to hold it very carefully
in his lap between his knees as he sat on the table, or he would have
squeezed his hat and the water would have spilled out. But when
Trouble really wanted to do anything he could be very careful. And he
wanted, very much this time, to make that cake.
So, when he had the water in his hat he began to dip up some flour
from the bag with a large spoon.
When the little fellow thought he had enough flour sifted into the
water in his hat he began to stir it, just as he had seen Nora stir
her cake batter.
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