"Life, my brethren,

.... is like plum cake," began Polly, impressively folding her floury hands." In some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too late to enjoy them. But in the well- made cake, the plums are scattered all through, and every mouthful is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well-regulated oven, and gracefully eaten with a temperate appetite."
An Old Fashioned Girl, by Louisa May Alcott
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