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you. We'll have ’em done in no time, and I'll bake a little
cake in your patty-pan.”

“That will be fine,” said Millicent. “ You are real good,
Lizzie, and I thank you so much; it makes it seem real easy
now.”

About three o’clock, the clothes being all dry, Millicent
took them in and sprinkled them; then, the cake being in
the oven, she wiped the dishes that had been soiled in the
cake-making, and both she and: Lizzie were ready for the
‘ironing.

In a marvellously short time, with Lizzie’s help and skill,
the clothes were nicely ironed, piled in a basket, and carried
up-stairs. The little patty-pan cake went up too, to be eaten
with the family, who were silently waiting for food and clothes.

“You poor things!” said Millicent, “it is too bad; you
have had to sit here all day without being dressed. I should
have put you all to bed, and then you would, at least, have
been comfortable. I declare, Hildegarde, you actually look
pale. Come here and let me dress you, for I am going to
take you over to Clara’s to tea this evening, and you shall
wear this nice, clean, white dress. I almost hate to put it on
you, too. I don’t believe I will. You shall wear your pink
cashmere, and J will save the white one. Here, eat this bit
of cake; you may be hungry before supper-time, and you know
you don’t care for apples. Clara always has so much apple at
her tea-parties. There! you are as fresh as a rose. Now I