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I'm quite sure they have the flavor of raspberry tarts. My, how hungry I am for fat babies!" The Lion grunted disdainfully. "You're a humbug," said he. "Am I?" retorted the Tiger, with a sneer. "Tell me, then, into how many pieces you usually tear your victims, my bold Lion?" The Lion impatiently thumped the floor with his tail.

You would then attack your tarts with the weapons of the cockchafer! You would not, however, be able to bite them straight through from the top to the bottom, as is done by all the animals whom we have yet seen.

And, oh! didn't he just make them stew, and roast, and boil joints of savoury meat, and bake pies, and tarts, and puddings, such as Soyer in his wildest culinary dreams never imagined, and such as caused the mouths of the crew of the Maid of the Isle to water, until they were constrained, poor fellows, to tell him to "clap a stopper upon that," and hold his tongue, for they "couldn't stand it!"

Put it on an earthen dish, cover it with a cloth and set it in a cold place, in the ice box in summer; let it remain until cold; an hour or more before making out the crust. Tarts made with this paste cannot be cut with a knife when fresh; they go into flakes at the touch.

"And I'll help finish the tarts," said Grace, cheerfully. "I don't know about that," said her father. "'Tisn't quite so much in your line as it is in your mother-law's and mine." "Of course I couldn't let you, Grace!" said Giles, with some distress. "I'll do it, of course," said Mrs.

Flippin went out to find Mary busy. "My dear," she said, "what are you doing?" Mary was rolling out pastry, with ice in a ginger-ale bottle. "I am going to make some tarts. There was a can of raspberries left and and well I'm just hungry for raspberry tarts, Mother." It was the Judge who told Becky that Dalton had not gone. "Mrs. Waterman is very ill, and they are all staying down."

"Coming, ma'am," answered the waiter; and with a large dish of tarts and puffs, the waiter came from the bar; the landlady threw open the door of the best parlour, to let him in; and the basket-woman had now a full view of a large cheerful company, and amongst them several children, sitting round a supper-table.

'All right, so far, said the King, and he went on muttering over the verses to himself: "WE KNOW IT TO BE TRUE " that's the jury, of course "I GAVE HER ONE, THEY GAVE HIM TWO " why, that must be what he did with the tarts, you know 'But, it goes on "THEY ALL RETURNED FROM HIM TO YOU," said Alice. 'Why, there they are! said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table.

Then I told her of the scene I had just witnessed, of the arrival of the old pupil, the purchase of the tarts, the proclamation of the holiday, and the shouts of the boys of "Hurray, Davison!" "WHO is it?" cried out Miss Raby, starting and turning as white as a sheet. I told her it was Captain Davison from India; and described the appearance and behavior of the Captain.

Fruits, tarts, and many a choice bit of cake, found their way through the children's hands to their little favorite, so that she had nothing to wish for in the eating line. Her services with the children were so much in accordance with her taste as to be almost pastime, and the old nurse was as kind and good as a mother could be.