"Where's Mother?" Meg and Bobby Blossom demanded the moment they opened the front door. It was the first question they always asked when they came home from school. Twaddles, their little brother, looked up at them serenely from the sofa cushion on which he sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the hall stairs. "Mother and Aunt Polly went uptown," he informed his brother and sister. "They're going to bring us something nice. They promised." Meg pulled off her hat and unbuttoned her coat.

Half of a small boy protruded from the oven, his stout tan shoes waving convulsively. "Twaddles " Nora coming into her orderly kitchen was amazed. "Glory be, child, are you making toast of yourself?" The shoes gave a final wriggle and Twaddles deftly backed out of the oven, turning to show a flushed face and a pair of dark, dancing eyes.