They all bustled about getting more stuff to burn, and then at last Cousin Barbara thought the potatoes would be ready. She poked them out of the fire with a long stick. "Oh, just a minute, Susie!" she cried. "They're burning hot, let them cool a little!"
"But it's half the fun, surely," said Charlotte, "to get your fingers burnt---" and she seized the charred object, which didn't look as if there was an edible bite in it, and broke it in two and began to eat the delicious, flurry inside. Cousin Barbara came in for much praise for her excellent timing, the potatoes were cooked to perfection.
From SUSAN'S HELPING HAND, Chapter 7, Bonfire.