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John having finished his supper, they all lay down to rest, one keeping watch that they might not be surprised. At daylight they made their breakfast, and then went down again to the borders of the lake, where the trail had been lost. After a long examination, Malachi called the Strawberry, and pointing to the edge of the water, asked her to look there.
But she didn't shut her door in my face it's hard to do that to a Duchess; which is one of the few advantages of living naked in the street, as it were, with only the strawberry leaves to clothe you. No, Sybil Eglington was a woman who never had her chance. Your husband's forbears were difficult, my dear. They didn't exactly draw you out.
Then mix 1 cup of chopped fish with 3 sweet pickles minced fine, and 2 tablespoonfuls of Madras chutney; moisten with 2 tablespoonfuls of Hollandaise sauce. Spread this mixture over 8 pieces of toast; sprinkle with 3 tablespoonfuls of grated Parmesan cheese. Let bake for five minutes and serve. French Strawberry Pudding.
"Aren't you afraid they'll crack their mouths in two, gaping so, mamma?" "They are only hungry, child. Suppose you feed them with a bit of a berry." Prudy nipped a strawberry into three parts with her thumb and forefinger, and dropped the pieces into their mouths. "O, mamma, they swallowed it whole! they swallowed it whole! Their teeth haven't come!"
They live in another and more ideal region; except, perhaps, the currant. Here we see, that, even among berries, there are degrees of breeding. The currant is well enough, clear as truth, and exquisite in color; but I ask you to notice how far it is from the exclusive hauteur of the aristocratic strawberry, and the native refinement of the quietly elegant raspberry.
While I still kept the younger children busy for a few hours every clear morning in the garden, and especially at clipping the runners from the strawberry plants in the field, they were given ample time to gather their winter hoards of nuts.
"Let's have a picnic on Strawberry Island," said one. "We want something exciting," said another "Let's have a boat-race." "Come, Frank," said Ben. Lake, "let's hear what you have got to say. Suggest something."
When the heat of the summer was subsiding into the coolness of September, Lucy and Stella prepared to return home, not, however, without having revisited all the spots which had been the scenes of former excursions, and, in particular, the scene of the "strawberry picnic," where every little event of the happy summer afternoon, now so long past, was eagerly recalled.
Sometimes his eyes were wide with consternation, for he had never met men so desperate as these. For example, "Strawberry" Curran named for his red hair and innumerable freckles an Irish boy with the face of a choir-singer, and eyes that must have been taken straight out of the blue vault of Heaven.
In the air was the crackling smell of toast and bacon, in a glass dish was strawberry jam, through the half-open window came all the fun of the Square the sparrows, the carts, the motor-cars, the bells, and horses.... Oh, a fine morning was fine indeed!
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