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Then cover with cake-crumbs and let bake until done. Beat 3 whites of eggs with pulverized sugar; flavor with lemon and spread over the pudding. Set in the oven a few minutes to brown on top. Russian Fried Sweetbreads. Clean and season the sweetbreads with salt and pepper and sprinkle with lemon-juice and chopped parsley. Roll in fine bread-crumbs and fry in hot lard.
A kitchen-apron was flung across an armchair; a dirty, paper-covered book lay on a little table with a plate beside it covered with cake-crumbs, and there were crumbs on the richly colored Turkish rug and on the arm of the tapestry-covered chair on the edge of which Elsie perched. Surely there was some mistake, some monstrous mistake! She had somehow been brought to the wrong house.
A pantomime of knowing smiles and interrogatory grimaces greeted her, when, having brushed the cake-crumbs from her mouth, she joined her class. For the twinkling of an eye Laura hesitated, being unprepared.
Joel lay so still and white in Ben's arms that Polly turned quite faint. But when she saw Mamsie's face, she bent over to Phronsie. "Come here, Pet," she tried to say, as she drew her off that she might not see. "What is it, Polly?" asked Phronsie, wonderingly. "What is Ben carrying Joey for?" "Now I must wash off the cake-crumbs, they're all over your face, Phronsie," said Polly, desperately.
Mix with 6 yolks of eggs and a cup of sugar, 1 tablespoonful of lemon-juice, 1 tablespoonful of brandy, 3 slices of stale cake-crumbs and the whites of the eggs beaten stiff. Put in a well-buttered pudding-dish and bake in a slow oven until done. Italian Cutlets. Take tender veal cutlets; season highly with pepper and salt.
Three mice were doing the same thing, but fled at his approach; but he did not trouble about that, for the cattle had not left even him and his wife a full meal, having blown what was left of the chaff away, and licked up practically all of the cake-crumbs and dust. However, it was better than nothing.
"What's the good of writing?" "A lie or two isn't much, when you've done all this for her. Come up to my place. You can write to her there." This was the letter that Paula wrote in Vernon's studio, among the half-empty cups and the scattered plates with cake-crumbs on them. "My Dear Little Betty: "I must leave without saying good-bye, and I shall never see you again. My father has taken me back.
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