"I'll dust him good first," said Bert, and began such a vigorous use of
the whisk-broom that everybody began to sneeze.
"Oh, Bert, not so hard!" said Nan, and ran to open the back door. "Bring
him here."
Poor Freddie had a lump of dough in his left ear and was trying in vain
to get it out with one hand while rubbing his eyes with the other. Nan
brushed his face with care, and even wiped off the end of his tongue,
and got the lump out of his ear. In the meantime Flossie started to set
the flour barrel up once more.
"Don't touch the barrel, Flossie!" called Bert. "You keep away, or
you'll be as dirty as Freddie."
It was very hard work to get Freddie's clothes even half clean, and some
of the flour refused to budge from his hair. By the time he was made
half presentable once more the kitchen was in a mess from end to end.
"What were you doing near the flour barrel?" asked Nan.
"Going to get flour for the cake."
"But we don't want that kind of flour, Freddie. We want this," and she
brought forth the package.
"Dinah uses this," answered the little boy.
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