maid-of-honor tart

— “Sixpenny worth of chambermaid cakes. Please make haste, for we wish to catch the bus.” “We have no such thing,” was the surprising answer. “Why, the sign over the door declares this to be the original shop where Anne Boleyn bought them for King Henry!” expostulated Lura, impatiently. “Oh,” said the young woman, in a tone of superiority that Lura’s cousin off into an almost hysterical laugh, “you mean maid-of-honor tarts.”