"I made every one of them this morning and baked them; had them all out of the oven before the rain came up.

Don't you think me a wonder of cleverness and industry?
Father Beret was polite enough to flatter me; but you--you just eat what you want and say nothing! You are not polite, Monsieur Rene de Ronville." "I've been showing you what I thought of your goodies," said Rene; "eating's better than talking, you know; so I'll just take one more," and he helped himself.

"Isn't that compliment enough ?" "A few such would make me another hot day's work," she replied, laughing.

"Pretty talk would be cheaper and more satisfactory in the long run.

Even the flour in these pates I ground with my own hand in an Indian mortar.