Once upon a time Polly's mamma was making biscuit for supper.
 
She the flour so fine, and white;
And kneaded the till it was light,
And rolled it out with a rolling pin;
And cut the biscuit round and thin.
Polly watched her do everything; and when the last biscuit was in the biscuit pan, Mamma said:—
 
"Here is a piece of dough left on my biscuit board. I wonder if there is a little girl in this kitchen who would like to make some little biscuit?"
 
"Yes, yes," said Polly, clapping her hands with delight, for, of course, she knew her mamma meant her. "I'd like to make little biscuit all by myself."
 
So Mamma tied one of her big around Polly's neck, and Polly rolled up her sleeves just as Mamma did when she cooked. Then she was ready to begin her biscuit.
 
"May I flour, too?" she asked.
 
"Yes, indeed," said Mamma. "You must always sift flour on your board if you want your biscuit to be smooth and nice."
 
So Polly sifted the ............