But an especial relish was given to any dish when, in reply to his honest praise of it, Rose coloured up with innocent pride, and said modestly, "I made that, uncle, and I'm glad you like it." It was some time before the perfect loaf appeared, for bread-making is an art not easily learned, and Aunt Plenty was very thorough in her teaching; so Rose studied yeast first, and through various stages of cake and biscuit came at last to the crowning glory of the "handsome, wholesome loaf." It appeared at tea-time, on a silver salver, proudly borne in by Phebe, who could not refrain from whispering, with a beaming face, as she set it down before Dr.Alec, "Ain't it just lovely, sir ?" "It is a regularly splendid loaf! Did my girl make it all herself ?" he asked, surveying the shapely, sweet-smelling object with real interest and pleasure.
"Every particle herself, and never asked a bit of help or advice from anyone," answered Aunt Plenty, folding her hands with an air of unmitigated satisfaction, for her pupil certainly did her great credit.
"I've had so many failures and troubles that I really thought I never should be able to do it alone.

Dolly let one splendid batch burn up because I forgot it.

She was there and smelt it, but never did a thing, for she said, when I undertook to bake bread I must give my whole mind to it.

Wasn't it hard?
She might have called me at least," said Rose, recollecting, with a sigh, the anguish of that moment.
"She meant you should learn by experience, as Rosamond did in that little affair of the purple jar, you remember." "I always thought it very unfair in her mother not to warn the poor thing a little bit; and she was regularly mean when Rosamond asked for a bowl to put the purple stuff in, and she said, in such a provoking way, 'I did not agree to lend you a bowl, but I will, my dear.' Ugh! I always want to shake that hateful woman, though she was a moral mamma." "Never mind her now, but tell me all about my loaf," said Dr.Alec, much amused at Rose's burst of indignation.
"There's nothing to tell, uncle, except that I did my best, gave my mind to it, and sat watching over it all the while it was in the oven till I was quite baked myself.

Everything went right this time, and it came out a nice, round, crusty loaf, as you see.