She had got the coffee ready with the glow of the evening before still warming her rosily, she was still altogether thinking dear Robert, and wondering, her head on one side as she cut the bread-Ilse was a little cross after the marzipan-and a smile on her lips, at the happiness the world contains; and when he came in she ran to him, shiningly ready to take up the mood at the exact point where bedtime had broken it off the night before.
"The Pastor's Wife"
Elizabeth von Arnim
"I have no strength of character, not a scrap," she told herself as she crunched a piece of marzipan, which the elder and worst of the sisters had given her.
"The Song of Songs"
Hermann Sudermann
You - the user - are the marzipan figure on the top.
"The Online World"
Odd de Presno