Around and around he stirred it, and then he found
that his cake was much too wet. He had not enough flour in it, just
as, sometimes, when he and Jan made mud pies, they did not have enough
sand or dirt in the water to make the stuff for the pies as thick as
they wanted it.
So Trouble stirred in more flour. And then, just as you can easily
guess, he made it too thick, and had to put in more water.
By this time Troubles small hat was almost full of flour and water,
and some dough began to run over the edges, down on his little bare
legs, and also on his rompers and on the table and even to the floor
of the kitchen tent.
Trouble did not like that. He wanted to get his cake mixed before Nora
came back, so she could bake it in the oven for him. For he knew cakes
must be baked to make them good to eat, and he really hoped, knowing
no better, that his cake would be good enough to eat.
"Trouble make a big cake," he said, as he slowly put a little more
water into his hat, and stirred the dough some more. He splashed some
of the flour and water on the end of his stubby nose, and wiped it off
on the back of his hand. Then, as he kept on stirring, some more of
the dough splashed on his cheeks, and he had to wipe that off. So
that, by this time, Baby William had on his hands and face at least as
much dough as there was in the spoon.
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