“There’s a baker on the other side of the street,” cried Maud, joyfully. “There’s some lovely cake in the window. I’m going to have some.” “Oh, Maudie, not cake for breakfast,” remonstrated Daisy. “I never heard of such a thing.” But Maud was firm. “I always thought I should like cake for breakfast,” she maintained. “It would be so different, you know.” Daisy looked grave, but Molly was rather inclined to agree with her younger sister. “People do have queer things for breakfast sometimes,” she reminded them. “Don’t you remember Papa told us about that place in Maine where he went fishing, and how they gave him pie and doughnuts every morning at seven o’clock? He said they were rather good when you were hungry.” So Daisy’s scruples were silenced, and Dulcie volunteered to make the necessary purchases. “I don’t believe we’d better all go,” she advised. “People stare so, and I suppose we do look a little queer, with all our parcels. I’ll leave the bag here on the sidewalk, and you can watch it till I come back.” Nobody had any objections to offer, so Dulcie departed on her errand, returning in the course of a few minutes with two well-laden paper bags. “I bought some rolls,” she announced; “they’re right out of the oven, the woman said, and I’ve got some nice fruit cake for Maud. I’m sorry I couldn’t get any butter, but the rolls are so fresh, I don’t believe we’ll mind eating them dry.” But though her voice was cheerful, Dulcie’s face was grave and troubled, and when they had found a seat on the steps of a church, and the two younger children had begun on their impromptu breakfast, she drew Daisy aside to whisper anxiously: “Things do cost a great deal more than I supposed they did. We shan’t be able to live long on that five dollars of Uncle Stephen’s.” “How long do you suppose it will take us to find a situation?” inquired Daisy, with an anxious glance at her two little sisters. “Oh, not very long, I don’t believe. Of course, we must find something before to-night. But I’ve been thinking that perhaps it would be better not to eat all these rolls right away. We might get hungry again by and by, you know, and it isn’t certain that we shall find a situation before lunch time.” Daisy--most unselfish of sisters--agreed, although it cost her something of an effort to put her second roll back into the paper bag, for, after all, dry bread is not a very substantial breakfast. Somehow, nobody felt very well satisfied, and even Maud admitted that cake really did taste rather queer so early in the morning, and she would like a glass of milk. “I thought I hated milk when Grandma made me drink it,” she admitted, “but things taste so funny when you have to eat them dry. Let’s buy some milk, Dulcie?” But Dulcie, mindful of the state of their finances, shook her head.