I wanted to make the lightest, puffiest pastry that was possible, and I used some self-raising flour, the kind that has the yeast ground up with it, and when I put those tarts in the oven to bake, they just rose up, and rose up, until I thought they would reach up the chimney.

They are perfectly horrid." Ralph sprang to his feet, and lifted his sister from her seat.

"Come along, little one," he cried, "and I shall judge for myself what sort of a pastry-cook you are." "The pigs shall judge that," said Miriam, who had now dried her eyes, "but fortunately there are other things to eat." The tarts, indeed, were wonderful things to look at, resembling, as Miriam had said, a plateful of little chimneys, with a sort of swallow's nest of jam at the top, but Ralph did not laugh at them.
"Wait until their turn comes," said Ralph, "and I will give my opinion about them." When he had finished the substantial part of the meal, he drew the plate of tarts toward him.
"I will show you how to eat the Cobhurst tart.

You cut it down from top to bottom: then you lay the two sections on their rounded sides: then you get a lot more of jam, which I see you have on the side table, and you spread the cut surfaces with it: then you put it together as it was before, and slice it along its shorter diameter.

Good ?" said he; "they are delicious." Miriam took a piece.