"Well, she can make them and other kinds to sell in one of the big groceries. I saw some homemade cakes in Council's to-day that didn't look half as nice as Elizabeth's and they charged a lot for them." Olga nodded thoughtfully. "I shouldn't wonder if you'd hit upon a good plan, Sadie. But if she does that, you'll have to help her with the work at home, for she has all she can do now." Sadie scowled. She hated housework. "Guess I have plenty to do myself," she grumbled, "with school and my silver work and all." "But your silver work is just for yourself," Olga reminded her, "and Elizabeth has no time to do anything for herself." "Well, anyhow, if she makes lots of cakes she'll have money for herself." "And she's got to have money for herself," Olga said decidedly. "I've been thinking about that." Sadie wriggled uneasily. She had been thinking about it too, and that Elizabeth would be eighteen soon, and free to go out and earn her own living, if she chose. "Well, I must go and tell her," she said and left abruptly. Elizabeth listened in silence to Sadie's eager plans, but the colour came and went in her face and her blue eyes were full of longing. "O, if I could only do it--if I only _could_!" she breathed. "But I--I couldn't go around to the stores and ask them to sell for me. I never could do that!" "Well, you don't have to. I'd do that for you. I wouldn't mind it," Sadie declared. "You just make up some of those spicy Christmas cakes and some others, a few, you know, just for samples, and I'll take 'em out for you. I know they'll sell." "I--I'm not so sure," Elizabeth faltered. Sadie's brows met in a black frown. "You're a regular 'fraid-cat, 'Lizabeth Page!" she exclaimed, stamping her foot. "How do you ever expect to do _any_thing if you're scared to try! To-morrow's Sat'-day. Can't you get up early an' make some?" It was settled that she should. There was little sleep for Elizabeth that night, so eager and excited was she, and very early in the morning she crept down to the kitchen and set to work. Before her usual rising time, Sadie ran downstairs, buttoning her dress as she went. "Have you made 'em?" she demanded, her black eyes snapping. "Yes," Elizabeth glanced at the clock, "I'm just going to take them out." She opened the oven door, then she gasped and her face whitened as she drew out the pans. "My _goodness_!" cried Sadie. "Elizabeth Page--what ails 'em?" "O--_O_!" wailed Elizabeth, "I must have left out the baking powder--and I never did before in all my life!" "_Well!_" Sadie exploded. "If this is the way you're going to----" Then the misery in Elizabeth's face was too much for her. She stopped short, biting her tongue to keep back the bitter words. Elizabeth crouched beside the oven, her tears dropping on the cakes.