I am sure I do not know what to do with them, for there are ever so many more than we shall want to eat with cream.

What was it, Ralph, that you said you liked, made of raspberries ?" Ralph looked a little puzzled.
"I think," he said, "it must have been something of the tart order.

What did I tell you ?" "You did not tell me anything," said Miriam, "and I do not believe that tarts are ever made of raspberries.

Dora Bannister said she wanted to cook something for you that you told her you liked, but as you have forgotten what it was, I suppose it does not make much difference now." Ralph had said so many things to Dora that he could not remember what remark he had made about cooked raspberries; but it delighted him to think that, whatever it was, Dora had wished to make it for him.
After dinner Miriam went up to her room, where upon the bed lay Judith Pacewalk's teaberry gown.

She took off her own school-girl dress, and put on the pink gown.