He did not
know that Nan intended to use the prepared flour, which was on the
shelf. The door worked on a spring, so it closed behind him, shutting
him out from the sight of the others.
Taking off the cover of the barrel, Freddie looked inside. The barrel
was almost empty, only a few inches of flour remaining at the bottom.
There was a flour scoop in the barrel, but he could reach neither this
nor the flour itself.
"I'll have to stand on the bench," he said to himself and pulled the
bench into position. Then he stood on it and bent down into the barrel
as far as possible.
The others were working in the kitchen when they heard a strange _thump_
and then a spluttering yell.
"It's Freddie," said Nan. "Bert, go and see what he is doing in the
pantry."
Bert ran to the pantry door and pulled it open. A strange sight met his
gaze. Out of the top of the barred stuck Freddie's legs, with a cloud
of flour dust rising around them. From the bottom of the barrel came a
succession of coughs, sneezes, and yells for help.
"Freddie has fallen into the flour barrel!" he cried, and lost no time
in catching his brother by the feet and pulling him out.
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