Then we conspirators above heard thick-toned mumble among the leaves,--

"Wishy, wishy, wishy wee,

Wishy send some tart to me."

Fat little American legs flashed to the pantry.

Fat little American legs flashed back again.

Next instant came delighted cackle from among the ivy-roots:

"Blazes! Ef 'tain't _Tart an'_ CAKE!"