bakehouse

Here we went into their Bakehouse, and saw all the ovens at work, and good bread too, as ever I would desire to eat.

A warm air wave, similar to that you expect on entering a bakehouse, met us just when we had passed the wooden partition.

On Sunday, the work in this particular bakehouse is comparatively nil.

I had it—by a visit to the bakehouse of my own baker, if possible, during the hours of work.

From the open pane of the bakehouse window peeped a girl of about seventeen, holding a white roll in her hand.