“Bake the bread?” Lucy tried to imagine what she meant. Did she mean toasting it? She wasn't certain but she'd played Happy Families with her dad and there had been a Mr Dough the Baker and his family there. “We use the toaster, only I can't get it to work.”
“Bless you, child.” The woman's eye glittered. “That's just a box. You can't bake bread in a box.”
“That's how we toast it. I only want toast. I've already got bread.” Lucy began to hope her dad would get here soon. The woman was turning out to be more trouble than he and her mum put together. If she'd called for Devious he'd have fad her and be gone by now.