"Well, that's right nice of ye, dearie," says Babs. "Ye can tell the master that breakfast will be ready in..."

She trails off as she turns toward the tray of cinnamon rolls... which has a rather obvious hole in one corner now.

"Miss Baxter! Have ye been sneaking rolls away while my back is turned??"

"You've been looking right at me the whole time," says Kit with a sour look. "How could I have taken it?"

"Well, somebody did! An' it wasn't Mabel, you know she has the diabeetus and can't 'ave sugar..."

"Babs!" says Mabel, sounding scandalized.