"I came in to see if the Widow M'Carty's cake had been sent to her, and if it hasn't, the sleigh-ride party is here and we will drive down and take it to her."
"Dat cake? I know nodings about it. Did any von send the Widow M'Carty her cake?" turning to the clerks.
"The Widow M'Carty's cake!" cried all the clerks in unison. "Why, I sent it to her!"
"The Widow M'Carty's cake!" chorused twelve highly excited drivers. "Why, I took it to her!"
"Mein Gott! Mein Gott!" ejaculated the baker as the fate of his puddings dawned upon him. "Twelve cakes to the Widow M'Carty, und day was all puddings!"
"'TWELVE CAKES TO THE WIDOW M'CARTY!'"
