Margaret cooked, packed and mailed it to Billie. Well, about a week after, she received a letter from Billie, and this is part of it:
"Dear Margaret:
"I will have to acknowledge that I have been defeated. Your 'angel cake' arrived the other day. I was so pleased with getting something from home that I asked Jack Conrad, one of my friends up here, to come over to my room that night and we would try the cake. Well, he came over about 8 o'clock. I took the paper off and cut into it. The icing cut fairly well, but when I reached the inside of that am broseal stuff, I did some kind of apologizing, because I thought it had been a failure. By this time I had cut a slice for myself, I bit into it and smelled a "rat." I looked at Jack; he was trying his best to be polite and eat it. I realized you had played a joke on me and could not keep from laughing. He, then, too, realized it was a joke, and soon had it out of his mouth. Knowing that I have been defeated, I would like to negotiate for peace. But don't you think that the rest of the cake was wasted?"
"When Jack left I told him to tell Dick Ford to come over, and he came pretty quick. I managed to hold a straight face while I 'hewed' out a piece for Dick. He took it and remarked, 'It is simply fine.' Funny isn't it, that a fellow will tell a lie and know he's lying just to be polite."  He was trying to swallow some of it when I let him on to the secret. We had a big time about it, and he asked me to send Bob Burton a slice. Well, I did, and next day I saw Mob and asked him how he liked the cake. He said, too, that it was fine. 'You didn't eat it.' I asked. He saw it was a joke, and confessed that he took one bite, but he says he ate the icing. 