I guess you forgot it was there."

Aunt Janet stared at her pretty daughter blankly. Then amazement gave
place to horror.

"Felicity King!" she exclaimed. "You don't mean to tell me that you
raised those rusks with the stuff that was in that old yellow can?"

"Yes, I did," faltered Felicity, beginning to look scared. "Why, ma,
what was the matter with it?"

"Matter! That stuff was TOOTH-POWDER, that's what it was. Your Cousin
Myra broke the bottle her tooth-powder was in when she was here last
winter and I gave her that old can to keep it in. She forgot to take it
when she went away and I put it on that top shelf. I declare you must
all have been bewitched yesterday."

Poor, poor Felicity! If she had not always been so horribly vain over
her cooking and so scornfully contemptuous of other people's aspirations
and mistakes along that line, I could have found it in my heart to pity
her.

The Story Girl would have been more than human if she had not betrayed a
little triumphant amusement, but Peter stood up for his lady manfully.

"The rusks were splendid, anyhow, so what difference does it make what
they were raised with?"

Dan, however, began to taunt Felicity with her tooth-powder rusks, and
kept it up for the rest of his natural life.

"Don't forget to send the Governor's wife the recipe for them," he said.

Felicity, with eyes tearful and cheeks crimson from mortification,
rushed from the room, but never, never did the Governor's wife get the
recipe for those rusks.

CHAPTER VII. WE VISIT COUSIN MATTIE'S

One Saturday in March we walked over to Baywater, for a long-talked-of
visit to Cousin Mattie Dilke. By the road, Baywater was six miles away,
but there was a short cut across hills and fields and woods which was
scantly three. We did not look forward to our visit with any particular
delight, for there was nobody at Cousin Mattie's except grown-ups who
had been grown up so long that it was rather hard for them to remember
they had ever been children. But, as Felicity told us, it was necessary
to visit Cousin Mattie at least once a year, or else she would be
"huffed," so we concluded we might as well go and have it over.

"Anyhow, we'll get a splendiferous dinner," said Dan. "Cousin Mattie's a
great cook and there's nothing stingy about her."

"You are always thinking of your stomach," said Felicity pleasantly.

"Well, you know I couldn't get along very well without it, darling,"
responded D