This, it seems, can only be accomplished where the thermometer is below forty, and near a refrigerator where the compound can be kept cold until ready to be popped into the oven.

No jokes or nonsense here.

With queenly dignity the flour and water were gently compressed.

Here one hand must not know what the other doeth.

Bits of butter must be so deftly introduced that even the rolling pin may be unconscious of its work.