d them," said Mrs. Grinnell, scornfully. "Goodness knows
they are pretty enough plain, and as for taste--they are the finest I
ever ate, and I used to be a pretty good cake-maker myself when the
children were at home and my husband living. Now, not a word to Faith
about this. Don't even tell Gail unless you have to. You better scamper
for home now before you are missed."

So they shambled back to the close kitchen, with the chairs still
bumping and rubbing at every step, and were safely settled in their
corner once more before Gail had finished her Saturday sweeping and
dusting above. When she came downstairs to prepare their simple lunch
and found the geographical cake missing from the pantry shelf, she
thought Faith had disposed of it in some way, and consequently asked no
questions, but released the sorry little sinners from their chairs, gave
them their dinner and sent them off to play.

When red-eyed Faith put in appearance late that afternoon, ready to
deliver the other three cakes to her customers, she looked stealthily
about for the ruined white mound, and not finding it, decided that Gail
had hid it until her heavy disappointment should have eased somewhat;
and she, too, asked no questions.

At first she refused to accompany the sisters on their visit to the
fairgrounds, but Peace's bitter misery softened her heart, and she went,
though still too sorely grieved to enjoy much of the gay scenes and
beautiful exhibits. However, all day long she studiously avoided the
building where the cooked food was on exhibition, though Peace was wild
to investigate its mysteries, and even Gail tried to persuade her to
enter. Late in the afternoon, just as the oldest sister was proposing
that they start for home, Cherry caught sight of a familiar figure
entering the Horticultural Building, and raced after her with a yell of
recognition, "Mrs. Grinnell, Mrs. Grinnell, we are all here!"

"Well, well," exclaimed the woman, smiling into the flushed face at her
elbow, "this is great luck. Come, all of you! I have found something I
want you to see. You, most of all, Faith."

She led them down one street and up another, into a white doorway before
any of them had a chance to discover the name of the building, through a
maze of aisles and a surging throng of weary sightseers, and paused in
the cake department, pointed toward a blue-ribbon cake in one case, and
said triumphantly, "Peace's geography cake was the hit of the evening
l