CHAPTER XV
A MOTOR RIDE
"Isn"t it done yet?" asked King, after half an hour had elapsed.
"Nope," returned Kitty, positively. "It can"t be done till three-quarters of an hour, and it"s only a half."
"Smells done!" exclaimed Marjorie, sniffing "I believe it"s burning, Kit."
"Pshaw, it can"t be burning. That isn"t a hot fire, is it, King?"
"No," replied King, after removing one of the range covers and scrutinizing the fire. "That"s what the cook books call a moderate fire."
"Then that"s all right," and Kitty wagged her head in satisfaction.
"Sponge cake requires a mod-rit fire."
"But it"s leaking out, Kitty!" cried Marjorie, dancing about the kitchen. "Oh, look, it"s leaking out!"
Sure enough, smoke was coming out through the edges of the oven door, and a sticky substance began to ooze through.
"The door isn"t shut quite tight," began Kitty, but before she could finish, King flung the oven door wide open.
"Better see what"s up!" he said, and as the smoke poured out in a volume, and then cleared away a little, a strange sight confronted them.
The cake dough had apparently multiplied itself by ten, if not more. It had risen and run all over the sides of the pan, had dripped down through the grating to the bottom of the oven, and had bubbled up from there all over the sides and door. In fact the oven was lined with a sticky, sizzling, yellow material that had turned brown in some places, and was burned black in others.
"Something must have gone wrong," said Kitty, calmly, as she looked at the ruins. "I was almost sure it didn"t need any baking powder. That"s what blew it up so."
"H"m," said King. "I don"t believe I care for any. Wonder what became of the raisins?"
"You can see them here and there," said Marjorie. "Those burned black spots are raisins. Phew! how it smokes! I"m going out."
"Let"s call Ellen," said Kitty, "she said to."
Being summoned, Ellen arrived on the scene of action.
"Arrah, Miss Kitty," she said; "shure, an" I thought ye cuddent make cake. Now, why did ye thry, an" put all in such a pother? Belikes ye want to make me throuble."
"No, Ellen," said Kitty, smiling at her. "I didn"t do it purposely for that. I thought it would be good. You see, I did make it once, and it was good."
"Ah, go "long wid yez,--all of yez! Shure I"ll be afther clanin" up. An"
niver a shcold I"ll shcold yez if ye"ll kape outen o" my kitchen afther this."
"Good for you, Ellen!" shouted King. "I thought you"d raise a row! Nice Ellen, good Ellen! Good-bye, Ellen!"
"Good-bye, ye bad babies! I"ll make ye some tea-cakes now as ye can eat!"
"Isn"t she a duck!" exclaimed Kitty.
"Oh, that"s "cause you"re sort of company. If you hadn"t been here, and we"d done that she"d have tuned up, all right!"
This was King"s opinion, and Marjorie agreed with him. "We never go in the kitchen," she said. "I guess Ellen was so surprised she didn"t know _what_ to say."
"Well," said Kitty, quite undisturbed by the circ.u.mstances, "you see, at Grandma"s, Eliza helps me, and sort of superintends what I put in."
"Yes, I see," said King. "Now you do a lot of cooking after you get back there, Kit, and try to learn your recipes better."
Kitty laughed and promised, and then the three children wandered into the dining-room to see what their elders were doing.
"Can"t we start at once?" Cousin Ethel was saying. "Oh, here are the kiddies now! Come in, you three blessings in disguise! Do you want to go on a jamboree?"
"What"s that?" asked Kitty.
"Oh, a lovely motor ride, with two cars, and stay all night, and lots of lovely things like that!"
"Oh, goody!" cried Marjorie. "Are we really going? Mother"s been talking about a trip like that!"
"I guess we will," said Mr. Maynard. "We haven"t had an Ourday for some time. How would you like to take the opportunity for one while we have Kitty-girl among us?"
"Gorgiferous! Gay!" cried Marjorie, and King threw his cap high in the air and caught it deftly on his head.
"When do we start?"
"As soon as we can get off," said Mr. Maynard, looking at his watch.
"Scamper, you kiddies, and get into appropriate rigs."
"Oh, what fun!" cried Marjorie, as they flew upstairs. "What shall we wear, Mothery?"
"You"ll find your frocks laid out in your rooms," said Mrs. Maynard, who was prepared for this question. "Then put on your motor coats and take your motor bonnets with you,--but you needn"t wear them unless you choose."
The girls danced away, and soon were in full regalia. They went flying downstairs to learn more of the particulars of the trip. Nurse Nannie and Rosy Posy were on the porch waiting, the little one greatly excited at thought of the journey.
"Oh, what a grand Ourday, Father!" cried Midget, giving him one of her most ferocious "bear hugs." "We have so much vacation down here, I thought we wouldn"t catch any Ourdays!"
"Well, this is an extra thrown in for good measure. I suppose you don"t care, Midget, which car you ride in?"
"Not a bit! We keep together, don"t we?"
"Yes, as much as possible. Cousin Jack will drive his own car, and Pompton, of course, will drive ours."
"It all happened so swift I can hardly realize it," said Kitty. "Only a minute or two ago I was making cake in the kitchen, and now here I am!"
"Making _what_?" asked King, teasingly, but when he saw Kitty look red and embarra.s.sed he turned the subject.
Kitty had told her mother about the cake episode, but Mrs. Maynard said it was an accident due to inexperience, and nothing further need be said about it.