Right before Christmas, Aunt Madge was called away to tend to her ill husband, leaving the four Parlins and Cliffords alone.
"May I cook the dinners, and not ask Mrs. Fixfax?" begged Prudy. "Because I really do know a great deal, Aunt Madge. You'd be surprised! I can cook cake, and pie, and biscuit, and three kinds of pudding. Please, this once, let me manage things just as I want to."
"Just as we want to, you mean," said Dotty. "I can make gingerbread as well as you can."
"And I shaked a table-cloth once," put in Flyaway.
Aunt Madge only smiled at this.