Being undeceived , he departed in great wrath and barked all the way downstairs , to ease his wounded feelings . In the basket were two bits of steak -LRB- doll 's pounds -RRB- , a baked pear , a small cake , and paper with them on which Asia had scrawled , `` For Missy 's lunch , if her cookin ' do n't turn out well . '' `` I do n't want any of her old pears and things ; my cooking will turn out well , and I 'll have a splendid dinner ; see if I do n't ! '' cried Daisy , indignantly . `` We may like them if company should come . It is always well to have something in the storeroom , '' said Aunt Jo , who had been taught this valuable fact by a series of domestic panics . `` Me is hundry , '' announced Teddy , who began to think what with so much cooking going on it was about time for somebody to eat something . His mother gave him her workbasket to rummage , hoping to keep him quiet till dinner was ready , and returned to her housekeeping . `` Put on your vegetables , set the table , and then have some coals kindling ready for the steak . '' What a thing it was to see the potatoes bobbing about in the little pot ; to peep at the squash getting soft so fast in the tiny steamer ; to whisk open the oven door every five minutes to see how the pies got on , and at last when the coals were red and glowing , to put two real steaks on a finger-long gridiron and proudly turn them with a fork . The potatoes were done first , and no wonder , for they had boiled frantically all the while . The were pounded up with a little pestle , had much butter and no salt put in -LRB- cook forgot it in the excitement of the moment -RRB- , then it was made into a mound in a gay red dish , smoothed over with a knife dipped in milk , and put in the oven to brown . So absorbed in these last performances had Sally been , that she forgot her pastry till she opened the door to put in the potato , then a wail arose , for alas ! alas ! the little pies were burnt black ! `` Oh , my pies ! My darling pies ! They are all spoilt ! '' cried poor Sally , wringing her dirty little hands as she surveyed the ruin of her work . The tart was especially pathetic , for the quirls and zigzags stuck up in all directions from the blackened jelly , like the walls and chimney of a house after a fire .
`` Dear , dear , I forgot to remind you to take them out ; it 's just my luck , '' said Aunt XXXXX , remorsefully .
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