"It is good enough," she said, "but it is not a tart.

If Dora Bannister had made them, they would have been real tarts." "It is very well I said nothing about the dog," thought Ralph; and then he said aloud, "It is not Dora Bannister that we have to consider; it is Molly Tooney.

She is to save you from the tears and perplexities of flour and yeast, and to make you the happy little lady of the house that you were before the wicked Phoebe went away.

But one thing I insist upon: I want the rest of those tarts for my breakfast." Miriam looked at her brother with a smile that showed her storm was over.
"You are eating those things, dear Ralph," she said, "because I made them, and that is the only good thing about them.".