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Updated: May 14, 2025
Take the slices of chicken and some very well cooked lean ham that is cut so thin you can see the knife under the slices. Melt a little béchamel sauce, that must be like blanc-mange, pour it on a plate, and before it has time to cool cover the plate with the slices of chicken.
"Well, now," magnanimously, "if you'll be in your summer-house at half-past, I'll bring you some cream blanc-mange. Truly I will!" The little girl's face beamed with pleasure. "Will you? Will you really? You won't forget?" "Not me! I'll be there. I'll slip away from our show on the quiet with it." "Oh, how lovely! I'll be thinking of it every minute. Don't forget. Good-bye!"
Luke, and told her of the love of Christ in coming to save sinners. Then we knelt, and I offered two prayers for the sick copied into my pocket-companion from the Indian prayer-book. We visited the poor creature several times again, and once Mrs. Wilson accompanied me and brought with her some blanc-mange or jelly which she had made.
Mrs. Best looked at her reproachfully, and Doreen, who was monitress for the month, took a notebook from her pocket and made an entry therein. Nora and Verity and Fil went on eating sago blanc-mange with stolid countenances that betrayed no knowledge of their room-mate's doings, but that night, when The Foursomes met in the privacy of Dormitory 2, they demanded an account of her adventure.
John thought that this was a strange sort of young woman to take into supper, but he did as she bid him. He took a large portion of the trifle on to a plate and tasted it. She gazed at him in a very anxious manner. "It has," he said, "and it's lovely!" The light went out of her eyes. "Then I think I'll just have some blanc-mange," she said.
Emma approached with the key, and William, clasping the blanc-mange to his bosom, withdrew behind the door, slipping off his shoes in readiness for action. "Poor Puss!" said Emma, opening the door and meeting the cat's green, unabashed gaze. "Did it get shut up in the nasty dark larder, then? Who did it, then?" She was bending down with her back to William, stroking the cat in the doorway.
"Don't they indeed, Master William," said cook, with ironic interest. "No. You'll be making one, p'raps, later on just a little one, won't you?" "And why should I?" "Well, I'd like to think they had a cream blanc-mange. I think they'd enjoy it. That's all I'm thinking of." "Oh, is it? Well, it's your ma that tells me what to make and pays me for it, not you." This was a novel idea to William.
"Rather!" said William with an air of superiority. "What are you going to have to eat at your party?" "Oh everything," said William vaguely. "Cream blanc-mange?" "Heaps of it buckets of it." The little girl next door clasped her hands. "Oh, just think of it! Your eating cream blanc-mange and me eating rice-mould!" Here an idea struck William. "What time do you have supper?" "Seven."
The little handmaiden eagerly racked her brain for some brilliant idea; and finally suggested that Cook was very fond of making "shape." "Shape? Oh, I see," said Toni a trifle dubiously. "You mean a blanc-mange or a cream. But I don't think it would do for tea." Maggie thought, respectfully, that it would do fine. In her last place her mistress always had a shape when company was coming to tea.
Tommy was more interested in the good things to eat at his brother's bedside, however, than he was in Billy's bodily condition. There was so much jelly, and blanc-mange, and other goodies that the invalid could not possibly consume all. Tommy sat and ate, and ate, until the nurse said: "Tommy, don't you know that you are distending your stomach with all those sweets? It is not good for you."
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