"Oh, Addie, the cakes!" She might well exclaim.

In a row among the ashes were the soaked, dust-covered remains of the precious currant-buns.
"I took 'em out of the oven because they were done," explained Susan hastily, justifying herself.

"I thought you shouldn't blame me for letting 'em burn, anyhow; and I put 'em down there on some dock-leaves to keep hot.

I couldn't tell the kettle would fall on 'em." "They're done for," sighed Addie.

"There isn't one fit to eat.