You guess again.

No, I reckon you couldn't," said he, scornfully.

"You couldn't in your whole life guess what next.

We got a _cake_!" "Go on, Curly," said I, scoffingly; for I knew that the possibilities of Heart's Desire did not in the least include anything resembling cake.

Any of the boys could fry bacon or build a section of bread in a Dutch oven--they had to know how to do that or starve.