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A little bald-headed man, with a white apron draped in front of him,
was coming along a woodland path with some covered dishes on a tray
held on one hand, while in the other he carried what seemed to be a
coffee pot.
"Just brought you folks some sandwiches and a pot of tea," he said, as
he set the things down on the table in the log cabin. "This is tea
even if it's made in the coffee pot. But I washed it out good first,"
he said to Mrs. Bobbsey. "Mostly the lumber men like coffee, though in
winter they're fond of a hot cup of tea. I give 'em both, and
generally I have a teapot, but I can't find it just this minute. I
brought some fried cakes for the children, too."
"I thought he said there wasn't any cake in a lumber camp," said Bert,
looking out toward the driver who was going off with his team.
"Well, generally I don't get much time to make fried cakes," said the
little bald-headed man who acted as cook. "But I made some specially
for you youngsters to-day," and he lifted off the cover of one dish
and showed some crisp, brown doughnuts, which he called "fried cakes.
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