Meanwhile , in the pantry the Story Girl , apron-enshrouded , was being initiated into the mysteries of bread-making . Under Felicity 's eyes she set the bread , and on the morrow she was to bake it . `` The first thing you must do in the morning is knead it well , '' said Felicity , `` and the earlier it 's done the better -- because it 's such a warm night . '' With that we went to bed , and slept as soundly as if tragedies of blue chests and turnips and crooked cows had no place in the scheme of things at all . CHAPTER XIII . AN OLD PROVERB WITH A NEW MEANING It was half-past five when we boys got up the next morning . We were joined on the stairs by Felicity , yawning and rosy . `` Oh , dear me , I overslept myself . Uncle Roger wanted breakfast at six . Well , I suppose the fire is on anyhow , for the Story Girl is up . I guess she got up early to knead the bread . She could n't sleep all night for worrying over it . '' The fire was on , and a flushed and triumphant Story Girl was taking a loaf of bread from the oven . `` Just look , '' she said proudly . `` I have every bit of the bread baked . I got up at three , and it was lovely and light , so I just gave it a right good kneading and popped it into the oven . And it 's all done and out of the way . But the loaves do n't seem quite as big as they should be , '' she added doubtfully . `` Sara Stanley ! '' Felicity flew across the kitchen .
`` Do you mean that you put the bread right into the XXXXX after you kneaded it without leaving it to rise a second time ? ''
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