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He makes her a visit of business once a year, when he looks into all her affairs; which, as she is no manager, are apt to get into confusion. He examines the books of the overseer, and shoots about the estate, which, he says, is well stocked with game, notwithstanding that it is poached by all the vagabonds in the neighbourhood.
That young fellow, who had poached the walnuts in Clavering Park in his youth, and had seen the Baronet drive through the street at home with four horses, and prance up to church with powdered footmen, had an immense respect for his Member, and a prodigious delight in making his acquaintance. He introduced himself with much blushing and trepidation, as a Clavering man son of Mr.
He and I are going round the Home Farm to pick up a few birds if we can, and see what the coverts look like. The stock has all run down, and the place has been poached to death. But he thinks if we take on an extra man in the spring, and spend a little on rearing, we shall do pretty decently next year." The colour leapt to Marcella's cheek as she tied on her hat.
Her slices of fried ham formed an attractive nest for the white-skinned poached eggs. She had plates of curly oatcake and powdery farles. She had yellow butter in saucers. She brought the porridge to table in well-scoured wooden bowls with horn spoons in them. "The stirabout is good," she said. "I thought you'd like to sup them before you ate the meat."
Some call it Toad Flax, and some call it Butter and Eggs, but we who know how it happened call it the Dragon and the Poached Egg. Poor dear little Yellow Dragon! The Fairy Bird or the Humming-bird Moth When I was a schoolboy, a number of my companions brought the news that the strangest bird in the world had come that day to our garden and hovered over the flowers.
Oh, if I had my will!" "The man earns his bread, Ricky. You poached on his grounds. He turned you off, and you fired his rick." "And I'll pay him for his loss. And I won't do any more." "Because you won't ask a favour of him?" "No! I will not ask a favour of him." Austin looked at the boy steadily. "You prefer to receive a favour from poor Tom Bakewell?"
A poached egg came next and more toast and milk and as both Mr. and Mrs. Briggs were kind and cheery, Dolly's spirits rose accordingly. No reference was made as to why she wanted to take the train, in fact the subject was not touched on, and Mr. Briggs was entertaining her with a funny story when the door opened and Mr. Rose walked in. "Hello, Dolly-Polly," he said, cheerily; "had your breakfast?
She's going to speak on 'Cultivating the Sun Spirit' before the League of the Higher Illumination, at the Thornleigh." "Oh, punk! New Thought! Hashed thought with a poached egg! 'Cultivating the It sounds like 'Why is a mouse when it spins? That's a fine spiel for a good Presbyterian to be going to, when you can hear Doc Drew!"
You found the eggs. You hid them. They were your contribution to the table. Since then you have seen eggs scrambled, eggs poached, eggs in omelet, eggs boiled, eggs done on one side and eggs in a nog, but you shall never find anything like the flavor of that Easter morning in boyhood. Alas for the boys in town! Easter comes to them on stilts, and they buy their eggs out of the store.
First, I think, I would like an egg a poached egg, done just right, like a little snowball, balanced nicely in the exact center of a hot piece of toast! My mouth waters. Aunt Jane used to do them like that. And then I would like a crisp piece of gingerbread and a glass of milk. Dress? Not on your life! Where is that old smoking-jacket of mine?
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