2. Add gradually half the sugar, stirring well. 3. Add the boiling water slowly. 4. Add remaining sugar, and the flavoring. 5. Sift together twice flour, baking powder and salt. 6. Sift by small quantities into the mixture, beating well each time. 7. Beat whites of eggs and fold them into the cake. 8. Grease pan. Toss around in it ¼ cup flour. Throw out. This prevents sticking. 9. Pour in the cake. 10. Bake in a moderate oven about 35 minutes. [Illustration: "Aunt Maria without tea!"] [Illustration: "Humph!"] "Humph!" said Aunty Rolling Pin, "that's all right, but it doesn't give you much idea how the oven should be." "No," explained Mary Frances, "I 'spose Mother intended to show me about that." "Of course, child," said Aunty Rolling Pin, "that was it. Now, I'll tell you all about cake----" [Illustration: "I'll tell you all about cake."] "What's that!" a queer, muffled voice. Mary Frances started in surprise. A great com-mo-tion inside the pantry, and the sound of many little voices! Then she made out the words: "Get out of my way! Here, you, step aside!" (Then a little shriek or two followed by the sound of falling tins.) "Oh, you knocked my nose. There! that makes the fiftieth dent! No wonder I look old and worn out. Can't you wait a minute?" At length there came a pounding on the door, and a high little voice--or was it two voices? "Let me out! Oh, I say, please let us out!" "Mercy!" thought Mary Frances, "I hope there isn't going to be any trouble." And she cautiously opened the pantry door a little way. The two Cake Tins pushed their way out. [Illustration: The two Cake Tins.] "Oh, thank you!" they said, breathlessly, in chorus (looking at each other all the while as though they'd learned and rehearsed every word). "I thought I'd never get out to help! I've listened through the door to every lesson, just hoping my turn would come. There I was back of the other pots and pans, and when I heard 'Cake' I just jumped!" "As I had just started to say"--Aunty Rolling Pin began. "What do you know about cakes!" cried the Cake Tins, angrily. "If everybody'd just mind his own cooking--who ever rolls cakes?" "Well, I know about cookies," said Aunty Rolling Pin; "and besides, I know about most things,--I belonged to a real cooking teacher!" [Illustration: "Prove it!"] "Prove it!" cried the Cake Tins. "I will," said Aunty Rolling Pin; "here's part of a lecture the teacher used to give: [Illustration: "What do you know about cakes?"]