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While they were busy with toast and coffee voices were heard in the woods loud cries in call and answer. "There!" said Medora, setting down her cup; "I knew it!" Presently two men came climbing up to the house, while the voices of others were still audible in the humpy thickets below. The men were part of a search-party, of course, a posse; and they wanted to know whether....
Toast was probably an inspiration of the first woman of this part of the New World, who served it hot; but it has become now a tradition blindly followed, without regard to temperature; and the custom speaks volumes for the non-inventiveness of woman.
And to his shame Raymond heard it gleefully she had a "sniffy little cold" that made going out impossible. "Are you afraid of sniffy colds?" asked Nancy, "they say they are catching!" "I particularly like them," Raymond returned. "We'll have a big fire in the sunken room and," here Nancy gurgled over the telephone, "we'll toast marshmallows."
Then the judge raised his green glasses a moment, and smiled benignantly on the new cashier as he raised his liquor aloft; then he turned to his party, and they drank the toast as solemnly as if they were the soldiers of Miles Standish fortifying the inner man against fear of the Pequods.
"'Yes, I will, he answered; 'and rather a large piece of toast, if you please; for I have been a long journey since I saw you last. "'He has not come to himself quite, said Mrs. Rinkelmann, between her and herself. "'You would be rather surprised, continued Ralph, 'if I told you where I had been, and all about it. "'I daresay I should, responded his wife.
He saw the old woman's face glow with eagerness. It was as if the Presence waited through her eyes to see what he would do. Something leaped up in his heart in response and he took a step forward and dropped upon his knees beside the old wooden chair. "I'm afraid I shall make a worse bungle of it than I did of the toast," he said, as he saw her folding her hands with delight.
Thomas was already a member of the church and was a teacher in the Sunday-school; but his mother was uneasy, for a serious attachment between Thomas and anybody in the town would have been very distasteful to her. The tea having been poured out, and Mr. Broad having fairly settled down upon the buttered toast and radishes, Mrs. Broad began: "Have you thought anything more about Thomas, my dear?"
Irwine paused, Arthur jumped up and, filling his glass, said, "A bumper to Adam Bede, and may he live to have sons as faithful and clever as himself!" No hearer, not even Bartle Massey, was so delighted with this toast as Mr. Poyser. "Tough work" as his first speech had been, he would have started up to make another if he had not known the extreme irregularity of such a course.
He ordered all the Swedish generals, who were his captives, to be introduced to him, returned to them their swords and invited them to dine. With a gracefulness of courtesy rarely surpassed, he offered as a toast the sentiment, "To the health of my masters in the art of war." And yet, soon after, he consigned nearly all these captives to the horrors of Siberian exile.
Neither Aunt Anne nor Amy Warlock had anything to say, so that quite suddenly on the entrance of tea, conversation dropped. They all sat there and looked at one another. There was a large silver tray with silver tea-things upon it and a fat swelling china dish that held hot buttered toast.
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