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He wore a checked tweed suit of light brown, a straw hat, and an enormous chef's apron tied round his waist under his coat. Visions of fried bass or lunge, of potatoes sauté, and even of hot pancakes, danced before Ringfield's weary eyes, for he was both tired and cold, and accordingly he gaily pushed his way through the loiterers and fresh arrivals until he reached his host.
The happiness disseminated in this world by that chef's salads will some day carry him past St. Peter with no questions asked." "You believe in salvation by works?" she parried, while she considered his invitation. "So will you after a trial of Alphonse's salad." "Am I to understand that I am being invited to a theological discussion of a heavenly salad concocted by Father Alphonse?"
I put a kettle against the electric bell that rings in the chef's room so it would keep on ringing and went on into the diet kitchen. "Tillie," I said, "can you trust me?" She looked up from her beef. "Whether I can or not, I always have," she answered. "Well, can I trust you? That's more to the point." She put down her knife and came over to me, with her hands on her hips.
It was Crowder's habit to dine at Philip's Rotisserie at half past six. They liked him at Philip's. Madame at her desk, fat and gray-haired, with a bunch of pink roses at one elbow and a sleeping cat at the other, always had time for a chat with "Monsieur Crowdare." Even Philip himself, in his chef's cap and apron, would emerge from the kitchen and confer with the favored guest.
It was necessary to shorten it by a series of pokes and pushes by which it was tucked up under its own strings and lifted clear of the adventurous feet of the scout. Nor was that all, for somewhere out of the mysterious depths of the house, Minerva had brought a starched and snowy chef's cap with which she crowned our hero.
Moulton asked Henry to bring with him some green peas from Petit Val to eke out the chef's meager menu. Besides this, he had a portmanteau with his evening attire, and a package which Count Arco wished to send to Paris.
M. Polperro led Chester into the stately, long drawing-room; but in a very few moments he reappeared, having taken off his white apron and his chef's cap, and put on a light grey alpaca coat and a soft hat. As they hurried along the path which skirts the lake, Chester began to feel the charm of the place. It was very gay and delightful "very French," so the English lawyer told himself.
"No, it isn't a krame puttay, nor creamed potatoes, but cus-tard pie see? Pie! Oh, don't stand there looking like a whitewashed clown! Get out of my way, I'll make them myself!" Flinging on one of the chef's jackets and aprons, Warble flew at the job and with a battalion of helpers breaking eggs and skimming cream, she herself tossed the flour and shortening together for the crust.
"Captain Stephens has been tried by le chef's court martial, and is condemned to be shot. Le chef has only a few braves and bois-brules about him; and I could fetch you to the nest in an hour and a half by hard riding." When the coureur learnt that the force had been dispatched he rode away again. And we shall likewise bid good-bye to the poet and the colonel, and join Browninge.
But instead of his usual sombrero, a chef's cap was perched on his head. "Chow! You look marvelous!" Sandy said. The cook blushed with pleasure. "You gals look purty enough to charm a hoot owl right off'n his perch!" he shot back. Both Phyl and Sandy were wearing gay calico dresses that had full swirling skirts. The room was decked out with colored bunting and twisted crepe-paper streamers.
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