“The Cocoa-Nut Tree at Covent Garden? Why it’s the finest confectioner in the capital and sells bonbons, macaroons, candied fruits, and ices,′ I said in my proper reading voice. I had long studied their advertisement in Mr Pars’ London Gazette after he’d left it by the kitchen fire. It was a beautiful advertisement, with little drawings of sugar cones, ice pots, and tiny men attending wondrous stoves.”
