But when the time for cake came, Olly forgot the table-cloth altogether.

He had never seen a cake quite like the bun-loaf, which kind Mrs.Backhouse had made herself for the occasion, and of which she had given him a hunch, so in his usual inquisitive way he began to turn it over and over, as if by looking at it long enough he could find out how it was made and all about it.

Presently, when the others were all quietly enjoying their bun-loaf, Olly's shrill little voice was heard saying--while he put two separate fingers on two out of the few currants in his piece: "_This_ currant says to _that_ currant, 'I'm here, where are you?
You're so far off I can't see you nowhere.'" "Olly, be quiet," said Milly.
"Well, but, Milly, I can't help it; it's so funny.

There's only three currants in my bit, and cookie puts such a lot in at home.

I'm pretending they're little children wanting to play, only they can't, they're so far off.