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I happened to mention him because he's just written again; but I might as well have said the baker or the candlestick-maker. The candlestick-maker I wonder what he is, by the way? He must have more faith in human nature than the others, for I haven't heard from him yet. I wonder if there is a Creditor's Polite Letter-writer which they all consult; their style is so exactly alike.
"Look you! my Lords Commissioners," cried Trade, truculently cocking its hat in the face of Admiralty, "I have had enough. You have taken my butcher, my baker, my candlestick-maker, nor have you spared that worthy youth, the 'prentice who was to have wed my daughter. My coachman, the driver of my gilded chariot, goes in fear of you, and as for my sedan-chair man, he is no more found.
I heard a little lamb cry ba-a! POTATOES IN JACKETS. 'The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, All jumped out of a roasted potato. STEWED BEANS. 'You, nor I, nor nobody knows, Where oats, peas, beans, and barley grows. CHICKEN AND BEEF SANDWICHES. 'Hickety, pickety, my pretty hen Laid good eggs for gentlemen. Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef. LEMON PIE. 'A pie sat on a pear-tree. PLUM TARTS. 'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer's day. FRUIT, NUTS, AND RAISINS. 'You shall have an apple, You shall have a plum. 'I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear. BREAD AND CHEESE. 'When I was a bachelor I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf. COFFEE AND LEMONADE. 'One, two, three, how good you be!
Cecily had no feminine delight in such matters for their own sake; the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick-maker were necessary evils, to be put out of mind as soon as possible. She learned incidentally that Reuben had been a great deal from home; but this did not surprise her. She had never imagined him leading a methodical life, between Belsize Park and the British Museum.
The notary once more handed him the pen, but the same thing happened again. The butcher cleared his throat in a way to draw attention. Attalie looked towards him and he drawled, half rising from his chair: "I t'ink a li'l more cognac" "Yass," murmured the baker. The candlestick-maker did not speak, but unconsciously wet his lips with his tongue and wiped them with the back of his forefinger.
An insurmountable obstacle, for the moment, prevents us making our relations respectable in the eyes of the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick-maker by paying a few francs to a registry-office and a priest. Has the mumbling of a priest so much meaning for you? Must you first enjoy the edifying spectacle of a mavre in a fringed scarf before you can feel like my husband?
While she was gone the notary asked the butcher, then the baker, and then the candlestick-maker, if they could speak and understand English, and where they resided. Their answers were satisfactory. Then he sat down, bent low to the desk, and wrote on a blank form the preamble of a nuncupative will. By the time he had finished, the maid had got back and the hot bottle had been properly placed.
I went up and down the main street of little Swanage, announcing the tidings right and left. The community all knew that Carl was in Germany to take some kind of an examination, though it all seemed rather unexplainable. Yet they rejoiced with me, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, without having the least idea what they were rejoicing about. Mrs.
Only ten minutes a day before going to bed required to learn." One thing stands out above all others in advertisements for help wanted. This is the land of hustle. Tinker, tailor, candlestick-maker; lawyer, merchant, priest; if you are not a "live-wire" you are not "help wanted" "Cook wanted. On dairy farm, twelve miles from town. White, industrious. Must be a live-wire! One that can get results.
I came home expecting a pedestal and I give you my word nobody seems to think much of me except my family. And they aren't worshipful exactly. They can't be. How can they rave over my one decoration when that young nigger John has two, and deserved them, and when the butcher and baker and candlestick-maker are my ranking officers? War used to be a gentleman's game. But it isn't any more."
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