CHAPTER XV.
A MOTOR RIDE "Isn't it done yet ?" asked King, after half an hour had elapsed.
"Nope," returned Kitty, positively.

"It can't be done till three-quarters of an hour, and it's only a half." "Smells done!" exclaimed Marjorie, sniffing "I believe it's burning, Kit." "Pshaw, it can't be burning.

That isn't a hot fire, is it, King ?" "No," replied King, after removing one of the range covers and scrutinizing the fire.

"That's what the cook books call a moderate fire." "Then that's all right," and Kitty wagged her head in satisfaction.
"Sponge cake requires a mod-rit fire." "But it's leaking out, Kitty!" cried Marjorie, dancing about the kitchen.

"Oh, look, it's leaking out!" Sure enough, smoke was coming out through the edges of the oven door, and a sticky substance began to ooze through.
"The door isn't shut quite tight," began Kitty, but before she could finish, King flung the oven door wide open.
"Better see what's up!" he said, and as the smoke poured out in a volume, and then cleared away a little, a strange sight confronted them.
The cake dough had apparently multiplied itself by ten, if not more.