Well, well!" she exclaimed aloud, as she stopped to read a recipe, "they do make tarts out of raspberries! That must have been it, for Ralph is desperately fond of every kind of pastry.

I will go into the house this minute, and make him some raspberry tarts.

We shall have them for supper, even if they give him the nightmare.

I am not going to have him say again that he wished the new cook, as he kept calling Dora Bannister, had stayed a little longer." Alas! at dinner time Ralph had been guilty of that indiscretion.

Without exactly knowing it, he had missed in the meal a certain very pleasant element, which had been put into the supper and breakfast by Dora's desire to gratify his especial tastes.