But Gwenny never had any cookies as good as those, and the jell is so pretty!
She came back again and said, "Won't you have some of the jell, Mr. Armstrong?"
There was a jar of jelly on the table all sealed up, and she said, "Won't you have some of the jell?"
Why, there isn't an inch of me that hasn't been cut over or smashed into a jell.
Cook slowly until juice will "jell" ...