“Swell!” said Roy.
“They’re not! They’re perfectly horrid!” Harry’s tearful eyes were gazing at them tragically. “It—it’s the almond!”
“The—the what?” asked Roy.
“The almond flav-flavoring,” faltered Harry. “I thought it would be nice to put some flavoring in—and I got too—too much, and they’re nasty!”
“Nothing of the sort!” cried Chub, deftly tossing a half-devoured doughnut over his head and reaching for another. “They’re not bad at all, are they, fellows?”
“I should say not!” exclaimed Dick. “I guess it was the flavoring I tasted that time. You see, I didn’t know they were flavored, Harry. If I’d known it, I’d have—er—understood.”
“I put in too much,” sniffed Harry, dabbing her eyes with a diminutive handkerchief. “I didn’t know how much to use and so I put in four tablespoonfuls. They’re just as bitter and horrid as they can be!”
“Oh, well, don’t you care, Harry,” Roy comforted. “You’ll know better next time.”
“There isn’t going to be any—next time,” answered Harry, dolefully. “I’m never going to make any more.”
But this elicited such a torrent of protestation, and it sounded so genuine, that Harry was comforted, and in the end relented.