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“Hullo, what do you want?” he asked, staring “Don't you become tired of doing this all the at her with his black-currant eyes, while he briskly time?" she asked. picked the bark off a cinnamon tree.

“Yes; but I wish to be promoted, and I never “I'm traveling, and should like to know what shall be till I 've done my best, and won the prize place this is, if you please," answered Lilly, very here," Snap explained. politely, as she was rather frightened.

“Oh, tell me about it ! ” cried Lilly. “What is Cake-land. Where did you come from ? " the prize, and how are you promoted ? Is this a asked the gingerbread man, in a crisp tone of cooking-school?” voice.

“Yes; the prize for best gingerbread is a cake “I was blown into the Candy country, and have of condensed yeast,” said Snap. “That puts a soul been there a long time; but I grew tired of it and into me, and I begin to rise until I am able to float ran away to find something better.”

over the hills yonder into the blessed land of bread, “Sensible child ! "and the man smiled till Lilly and be one of the happy creatures who are always thought his cheeks would crumble. “ You 'll like wholesome, always needed, and without which the it better here with us Cake-folk than with the lazy world below would be in a bad way.” Bonbons, who never work and are all for show. “Dear me! that is the queerest thing I 've They wont recognize us, though we all are related heard yet!” said Lilly. “But I don't wonder you through our grandparents Sugar and Molasses. want to go; I 'm tired of sweets myself, and just We are busy folk; so they turn up their noses long for a good piece of bread, though I always and don't speak when we meet at parties. Poor used to want cake and candy at home.” creatures,-- silly, and sweet, and unsubstantial ! “Ah, my dear, you 'll learn a great deal here; I pity 'em.”

and you are lucky not to have fallen into the "Could I make you a visit? I'd like to see clutches of Giant Dyspepsia, who always gets how you live and what you do. I'm sure it must people if they eat too much of such rubbish as be interesting,” said Lilly, picking herself up after cake and candy, and scorn wholesome bread. I a tumble, having eaten nearly all the cake she leave my ginger behind when I go, and become was sitting on, she was so hungry.

white and round and beautiful, as you will see. “Of course you can,” said her friend. “Come The Gingerbread family have never been as foolish on! I can talk while I work.”

as some of the other cakes. Wedding-cake is the And the funny gingerbread man trotted away worst; such extravagance in the way of wine and toward his kitchen, which was full of pans, rolling- spice and fruit I never saw, and such a mess to eat pins, and molasses jugs.

when it 's done! I don't wonder it makes people “Sit down. I shall be at leisure as soon as this sick; serves 'em right.” And Snap flung down a batch is baked. There are still some wise people pan with a bang that made Lilly jump. down below who like gingerbread, and I have my “Sponge-cake is n't bad, is it? Mamma lets hands full," he said, dashing about, stirring, roll- me eat it, but I like frosted pound-cake better," she ing out, and slapping the brown dough into pans, said, looking over to the next kitchen, where piles which he whisked into the oven and out again so of that sort of cake were being iced. fast that Lilly knew there must be magic about it “Poor stuff. No substance. Ladies' fingers somewhere.

will do for babies, but Pound has too much butter Every now and then he threw her a delicious to be wholesome. Let it alone, and eat cookies cookie warm from the oven. She liked the queer or seed-cakes, my dear. Now, come along; I'm fellow, and soon began to ask all sorts of questions, ready." And Snap trundled away his car-load at as she was very curious about this country.

a great pace. “What is your name, sir?" she ventured, first. Lilly ran behind to pick up whatever fell, and “Ginger-Snap,” he answered, briskly.

looked about her as she went, for this was certainly Lilly thought it a good name; for he was very a very queer country. Lakes of eggs all beaten quick, and she fancied he could be short and sharp up, and hot springs of saleratus foamed here and if he liked.

there, ready for use. The earth was brown sugar "Where does all this cake go?” she asked, or ground spice; and the only fruits were raisins, after she had watched a great many other kitchens dried currants, citron, and lemon peel. It was a full of workers, who all were of different kinds of very busy place; for every one cooked all the time, cake, and each making its own sort.

and never failed and never seemed tired, though “I'll show you by and by," answered Snap, they were always so hot that they only wore sheets beginning to pile up the heaps of gingerbread on of paper for clothes. There were piles of it to put a little car that ran along a track leading to some over the cake, so it should n't burn; and they distant store-room, Lilly thought.

made cooks' white caps and aprons of it, which

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looked very fine. A large clock made of a flat “Dear me! it seems as if I were there,” said pancake, with cloves to mark the hours and two Lilly, longing to hop down, but afraid of the bump toothpicks for hands, showed them how long to at the other end. bake things; and in one place an ice wall was “That 's done. Come along. I'll ride you back," built around a lake of butter, which they cut in called Snap, shying the last cookie after the dumblumps as they wanted it.

waiter as it went slowly out of sight with its spicy “Here we are. Now, stand aside while I pitch load. 'em down,” said Snap, stopping at last before a “I wish you 'd teach me to cook. It must be hole in the ground where a dumb-waiter, with a great fun, and Mamma wants me to learn; only our name over it, hung ready.

cook hates to have me around the kitchen, and she There were many holes all about, and many is so cross that I don't like to try, at home," said dumb-waiters, each with a special name; and Lilly Lilly as she went trundling back on Snap's car. was amazed when she read “Weber,” “Copeland,” “Better wait till you go to Bread-land, and “Dooling," * and others, which she knew very learn to make bread. It's a great art, and worth well.

knowing. Don't waste your time on cake, though Over Snap's place was the name “Newmarch," plain gingerbread is n't bad to have in the house. and Lilly said: “Why, that's where Mamma gets I 'll teach you that in a jiffy, if the clock does n't her hard gingerbread, and Weber's is where we strike my hour too soon,” answered Snap, helping go for ice-cream. Do you make cake for them?” her down. “Yes, but no one knows it. It's one of the “What hour ?” inquired Lilly.

" Why, the hour of my freedom. I shall never know when I've done my task until I'm called by the chimes and go to get my soul," answered Snap, turning his currant eyes anxiously toward the clock.

“I hope you will have time," said Lilly as she fell to work with all her might, after Snap had fitted her with a paper apron and a cap like his.

It was not hard; for when she was about to make a mistake, a spark flew out of the fire and burnt her in time to remind her to look at the recipe, which was hung up before her on a sheet of gingerbread in a frame of pie-crust; the directions had been written on it while it was soft and baked in. The third sheet she made came out of the oven spicy, light, and brown; and Snap, giving it

one poke with his finger, said, “That 's all right. "GOOD JOKE, is n'T IT?”

Now you know. Here's your reward."

He handed her a recipe-book made of thin secrets of the trade. We cook for all the confec- sheets of sugar gingerbread held together by a geltioners, and people think the good things come atine binding, with her name stamped on the back, out of the cellars under their shops. Good joke, and each leaf crimped with a cake-cutter in a is n't it?" And Snap laughed till a crack came very delightful manner. in his neck and made him cough.

Lilly was charmed with it, but had no time to Lilly was so surprised that she sat down on a read all it contained; for just then the clock bewarm queen's-cake that happened to be near, and gan to strike, and a chime of bells to ring : watched Snap send down load after load of ginger

“Gingerbread,

Perfume the air. bread to be eaten by children, who would have Go to the head.

Away, away! liked it much better if they had only known, as did Your task is done:

Make no delay : she, where it all came from.

A soul is won.

Into the Flour
Take it and go

Sea, plunge this hour. As she sat on the queen's cake there came Where muffins grow, Safe in your breast up through the nearest hole, which was marked Where sweet loaves rise Let the yeast-cake rest, “Copeland,” the clatter of many spoons, the

To the very skies,

Till you rise in joy,
And biscuits fair

A white-bread boy!" smell of many dinners, and the sound of many voices calling :-“One vanilla, two strawberries, “Ha, ha! I'm free! I'm free !” cried Snap, and a Charlotte Russe”; “ Three stews, cup coffee, catching up a square silver-covered cake that dry toast”; “Roast chicken and apple without !” seemed to fall from somewhere above; and running to the great white sea of flour, he dashed in, stalks rustled their leaves in the warm air that came head first, holding the yeast-cake clasped to his from the ovens hidden in the hill-sides; for bread breast as if his life depended on it.

* Well-known Boston caterers.

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needs a slow fire, and an obliging volcano did the Lilly watched breathlessly, while a curious work- baking there. ing and bubbling went on, as if Snap were tumbling “What a lovely place !” cried Lilly, feeling the about down there like a small earthquake. The charm of the home-like landscape, in spite of the other cake-folk stood with her upon the shore; funny, plump people moving about. for it was a great event, and all were glad that the Two of these figures came running to meet her dear fellow had been promoted so soon. Suddenly as she slowly walked down the yellow path from a cry was heard, and on the farther side of the sea the hill. One was a golden boy, with a beaming up rose a beautiful white figure. It waved its hand face; the other a little girl in a shiny brown cloak, as if bidding all “Good-bye,” and ran over the who looked as if she would taste very nice. They hills so fast they had only time to see how plump each put a warm hand into Lilly's, and the boy and fair it was, with a little knob on the top of said: “We are glad to see you. Muffin told us its head like a crown.

you were coming." “He's gone to the happy Land of Bread, and we “I thank you. But who is Muffin?" asked Lilly, shall miss him ; but we 'll follow his example and feeling as if she had seen both these little people soon find him again," said a gentle Sponge-cake, before, and liked them. The boy answered her with a sigh, as they all went back to their work; question immediately : while Lilly hurried after Snap, eager to see the new “He was Ginger-Snap once, but he 's a Muffin country, which she was sure must be the best of all. now. We begin in that way, and work by degrees

A delicious odor of fresh bread blew up from up to the perfect loaf. My name is Johnny-Cake, the valley as she stood on the hill-top and looked and here 's Sally Lunn. You know us; so come down on the peaceful scene below. Fields of yel- on and have a race." low grain waved in the breeze; hop-vines grew Lilly burst out laughing at the idea of playing from tree to tree; and the white sails of many with these 'old friends of hers; and away ran all

three as fast as they could tear, down the hill, over a bridge, into the middle of the village, where they stopped, panting, and sat down on some very soft rolls to rest.

“What do you all do here?” asked Lilly, when she got her breath again.

“ We farm, we study, we bake, we brew, and are merry as crickets all day long. It's schooltime now, and we must go; will you come?” said Sally, jumping up as if

she liked going to school. “UP ROSE A BEAUTIFUL FIGURE."

“Our schools are not

like yours; we study only windmills whirled around as they ground the dif- two things — grain and yeast. I think you 'll like ferent grains into fresh, sweet meal, for the loaves it. We have yeast to-day, and the experiments are of bread with which the houses were built and the very jolly,” added Johnny, trotting off to a tall streets paved, and which in many shapes formed brown tower of rye and Indian bread, where the the people, furniture, and animals. A river of school was kept. milk flowed through the peaceful land, and fount- Lilly never liked to go to school, but she was ains of yeast rose and fell with a pleasant foam ashamed to own it; so she went along with Sally, and fizz. The ground was a mixture of many and was so amused with all she saw that she was meals, and the paths were golden Indian, which glad she had come. The brown loaf was hollow, gave a very gay look to the scene. Buckwheat and had no roof; and when she asked why they Aowers bloomed on their rosy stems, and tall corn- used a ruin, Sally told her to wait and see why they

chose strong walls and plenty of room overhead. “Well, is n't this better than Saccharissa or All around was a circle of very small biscuits like even Cake-land ?” he asked, as he rolled and cushions, and on these the Bread-children sat. folded his bits of dough with a dab of butter tucked A square loaf in the middle was the teacher's inside. desk, and on it lay an ear of wheat, with several “Ever so much !” cried Lilly. “I feel better bottles of yeast well corked up. The teacher was already, and I mean to learn all I can. Mamma will

be so pleased if I can make good bread when I go home! She is rather old-fashioned, and wishes me to be a good housekeeper. I never could think bread interesting, then, but I do, now; and Johnny's mother is going to teach me to make Indian cakes to-morrow.”

“Glad to hear it !” said Snap. “Learn all you can, and tell other people how to make healthy bodies and happy souls by eating good plain food. Not like this, though these rolls are better than cake. I have to work my way up to the perfect loaf, you know; and then, oh, then, I shall be a happy thing!”

“What happens then? Do you go on to some other wonderful place ?" asked Lilly, as Muffin paused, with a smile on his face.

“Yes; I am eaten by some wise, good human HOME FROM SCHOOL.

being, and become a part of him or her. That is a pleasant, plump lady from Vienna, very wise,

ory wise. my happy destiny; for I may nourish a poet and so famous for her good bread that she was a

and help him sing, or feed a good woman who Professor of Grainology.

makes the world better for being in it, or be When all were seated, she began her lesson with

crumbed into the golden porringer of a baby prince the wheat ear, and told all about it in so interesting a way that Lilly felt as if she had never before known anything about the bread she ate. The experiments with the yeast were quite exciting,for Fraulein Pretzel showed them how it would work until it blew the cork out, and went fizzing up to the sky, if it were kept too long; how it would turn sour or flat, and spoil the bread if care were not taken to use it at just the right moment; and how too inuch would cause the loaf to rise until there was no substance to it.

The children were very bright; for they were fed on the best kinds of oatmeal and Graham bread, with very little white or hot cakes to spoil their young stomachs. Hearty, happy boys and girls they were, and their yeasty souls were very lively in them; for they danced and sang, and seemed as bright and gay as if acidity, heaviness, and mold were quite unknown.

Lilly was very happy with them, and when school was done raced home with Sally, and ate for dinner the best bread and milk that she had ever tasted. In the afternoon Johnny took her to the corn-field,

“WHERE'S MUFFIN ?" (SEE NEXT PAGE.) and showed her how they kept the growing ears free from mildew and worms. Then she went to who is to rule a kingdom. Is n't that a noble hope the bake-house, and here she found her old friend to have, and an end worth working for?" asked Muffin hard at work making Parker House rolls, Muffin, in a tone that made Lilly feel as if she for he was so good a cook that he was set to work had some sort of fine yeast inside her, which was at once on the lighter kinds of bread.

setting her brain to work with quite new thoughts. “ Yes, it is. I suppose that all things are made him— my dear old friend,” answered Lilly, lookfor some such purpose, if we only knew it; and ing around for him. people should be glad to do anything to help the “He is here,” said Sally, touching the loaf. “He world along, if only by making good bread in a was ready to go, and chose to pass into your bread kitchen," answered Lilly in a sober way.

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rather than any other; for he said he loved you, and She staid in Bread-land a long time, and en- would be glad to help feed so good a little girl." joyed and learned a great deal that she never for- “How kind of him! I must be careful to grow got. But at last, when she had made the perfect wise and excellent, or he will be disappointed and loaf, she wished to go home, that her mother might will have lived in vain," said Lilly, touched by his see it and taste it.

devotion. “I've put a great deal of myself into it, and I'd Then bidding them all farewell, she hugged her love to think I had given her strength or pleasure loaf close, wished three times to be at her own by my work," she said, as she and Sally stood home, and like a flash she was there. looking at the handsome loaf.

Whether her friends believed the wonderful tale “ You can go whenever you like ; just take the of her adventures, I can not tell; but I know that bread in your hands and wish three times, and she was a nice little housekeeper from that day, you 'll be wherever you desire to be. I'm sorry and made bread so good that other girls came to you must go, but I don't wonder you want to see learn of her. She also grew from a sickly, fretful your mother. Don't forget what you have learned, child into a fine, strong, healthy woman, because and you will always be glad that you came to us," she ate very little cake and candy, except at Christsaid Sally, kissing her good-bye.

mas-time, when the oldest and the wisest of us “Where is Muffin? I can't go without seeing like to make a short visit to Candy-land.

WHO 'LL BUY ?

By DORA READ GOODALE.

My neighbor wears a cotton dress; -
She comes with marigold and cress

All dripping, coiled together.
The willow basket in her hand
Is bright with water and with sand,

This happy, happy weather !
“Who 'll buy?” Who would not buy?

— They grew beside an April stream,
Beneath an April sky!
Again I meet her, flushed and brown,
With braid and bonnet slipping down ;

She looks upon me gayly.
She knows the grassy upland farm
Where berries ripen high and warm,

And redden deeper daily !
“Who 'll buy?” Who would not buy?

— She found them in the summer fields,
Beneath a summer sky!
To-day she enters at my gate ;
She steps inside the sill to wait;

And so once more I find her.
Alack! the whirling leaves are brown,-
And he who shook the chestnuts down

Is standing there behind her!
“Who 'll buy?” Who would not buy?

- They found them in the autumn woods,
Beneath a frosty sky!

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