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What's that stuff?
Cake ?" She rose, picked up a slice of the dry cake, broke it between her fingers, smelled of it, and replaced it on the plate.
"'Tis cake, ain't it ?" she observed; "or it was, sometime or other.

Who made it?
You ?" "No." "Oh, your boss, Mr .-- er--Atkins, hey ?" "Yes.

Considering that there are only two of us here, and I didn't make it, it would seem pretty certain that he must have." "Yes, I guess that's right; unless 'twas some that washed ashore from Noah's Ark, and it's too dry for that.

What on earth are these ?" picking up one of the molasses cookies; "stove lids ?" Brown grinned, in spite of his annoyance.
"Those are supposed to be cookies," he admitted.
"Are they?
Yes, yes.