The tea could hardly be called an unqualified success. Mrs. Taylor had, fortunately, made piles of sandwiches, and the little Wilsons spooned eagerly at the extra-rich rock cakes, but after one bite of the beautiful frosted layer-cake, Charlotte noticed that they unobtrusively put down their slices. She couldn't help feeling slightly offended, and passed the plate of iced cinders. They didn't look at all bad, she thought, although she had had a lot of trouble with the icing - first it wouldn't set, and then it set too much and was now as hard as bricks.
From THE WILSONS WON'T MIND.
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