A GRAIN OF WHEAT 149 



CHAPTER VIII 



oven burned nervous trimmed 



It was now put into a pan. 



Then it went into the oven. 



It was so hot in there that it nearly burned. 



But it was happy again when it came out. 



For every one who saw it said : 



" Oh, what a nice cake ! " 



The two boys came. 



They looked at it with open mouths. 



This made the cake feel very nervous. 



A chill ran over it. 



It became quite cool. 



At last the farmer's wife put it away. 



She trimmed it with leaves and put it on the 

 supper table. 



It felt very happy. 



But when the boys came it felt nervous again. 



It almost fainted when one of them said : 



There's the cake ! " 



Then some one cut a slice. 



"Go away," said the cake. "I am cake. 

 I am rich. I am not for boys." 



But no one heard it. 



