You must try these." The sweetmeats were Oriental, of course.

There was Turkish Delight and other sticky, fruity, queer-looking bits, that seemed to Patty just about the most unappetising candies she had ever seen.
She refused them, a little positively, for she dreaded being persuaded to taste them, and it was hard to refuse the insistence of the guests who offered them.
"You'll learn," said Miss Norton, the pianist of the program.

"It took me a long time to acquire the taste.

But I've got it now," she added, as she helped herself bountifully to the saccharine bits.
Supper over, it was rumoured about that now Blaney would himself read from his own poems.

A rustle of enthusiasm spread through the rooms, and Patty could easily see that this was the great event of the evening.