[Illustration: Turned the dough on a well-floured board.] "Wonder if the handles are her ears," she thought, softly patting the dough with Aunty Rolling Pin. As she bent over, she caught the sound of singing, and this is the song Aunty Rolling Pin sang: "Roly-poly, roly-poly, To and fro, Roly-poly, roly poly, O'er the dough. Round as an apple, Straight as a rule; Guess who I am Or I'll send you to ---- [Illustration: As she bent over she caught the sound of singing.] "Where?" she asked suddenly stopping. Mary Frances jumped. She had been rolling Aunty Rolling Pin to and fro, unconsciously keeping time with her song. "Where?" she again demanded, her mouth full of flour. "Dear me," answered Mary Frances, "I don't know." "School, of course," laughed Aunty Rolling Pin; "I thought you'd surely know." [Illustration: "Roly-poly, roly-poly, to and fro."] "Oh, yes, of course," laughed Mary Frances; "Cooking School." "Certainly, child," laughed Aunty Rolling Pin. "To what other school could you go to learn about me?" "That's beautiful poetry," said Mary Frances. "I think so," smiled Aunty Rolling Pin; "I made it up myself. It's so _floury_, you know," blowing the white dust in the air. [Illustration: "Tee-hee," giggled Mary Frances.] "Tee-hee," giggled Mary Frances. Aunty Rolling Pin looked offended. "Excuse me," said Mary Frances, "you mean 'flowery.'" "I mean what I say," said Aunty Rolling Pin; "isn't that what I said?" As it certainly was what she said, and Mary Frances didn't like to explain, she hastily turned to her work. It didn't take long to cut the biscuits, as she had often helped her mother in baking. She knew how to dip the cutter each time into flour, that the dough might not stick. She used the large thimble she had brought down from the sewing room in the same way as she had used the biscuit cutter. [Illustration: "It didn't take long to cut the biscuits."] "Aren't they too sweet!" she cried delightedly, as she laid the tiny biscuits side by side, but not touching, in the little baking pan. With the rest of the dough, she had made three larger ones. "One for each of the family," she said, slipping them with the Thimble Biscuits into the oven. "Let me see what's next. Oh, yes, the cocoa. I do declare, it's little Sauce Pan's turn again. No wonder he's puffed up," she thought. "Strange, he hasn't said a word. I'm 'most sure I have to use Sauce Pan. Perhaps he doesn't understand. I'll read aloud: NO. 18.--COCOA. For each cup: 1 tablespoon cocoa 1 tablespoon sugar ½ cup boiling water ½ cup milk 1. Heat milk. 2. Mix cocoa and sugar. 3. Pour boiling water on them gradually, making a smooth paste. 4. Add the milk, and cook a half minute. 5. Beat with an egg beater. [Illustration: "Oh, yes, the cocoa."] * * * * * Silence. [Illustration: "Don't bother me."]