A pot of jam was there, a little tin box of gingerbread, a cologne bottle full of currant wine, and a tiny canister of tea.

But the crowning charm was two doll's pans of new milk, with cream actually rising on it, and a wee skimmer all ready to skim it with.

Daisy clasped her hands at this delicious spectacle, and wanted to skim it immediately.

But Aunt Jo said: "Not yet; you will want the cream to eat on your apple pie at dinner, and must not disturb it till then." "Am I going to have pie ?" cried Daisy, hardly believing that such bliss could be in store for her.
"Yes; if your oven does well we will have two pies, one apple and one strawberry," said Mrs.Jo, who was nearly as much interested in the new play as Daisy herself.
"Oh, what next ?" asked Sally, all impatience to begin.
"Shut the lower draught of the stove, so that the oven may heat.
Then wash your hands and get out the flour, sugar, salt, butter, and cinnamon.

See if the pie-board is clean, and pare your apple ready to put in." Daisy got things together with as little noise and spilling as could be expected, from so young a cook.
"I really don't know how to measure for such tiny pies; I must guess at it, and if these don't succeed, we must try again," said Mrs.Jo, looking rather perplexed, and very much amused with the small concern before her.