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"Oh, nonsense, Lom!" "Fact, sir, fact. Think I don't know? A civilian rides, sir, like a monkey, bumping himself up and down, and waggling his elbows out like a young chicken learning to fly. There, you be easy, and I'll teach you how to ride same as I did how to fight." "But I don't know that you have taught me how to fight. I haven't tried yet." Lomax chuckled. "Wait a bit," he said.
My mother, my sisters the disgrace!" She laughed bitterly. "You poor chicken among hawks! But I'll help you follow me." He reached the cellar stairs, and she showed him a way by which he could walk safely into the alley, thence to the street back of their building. He shook her hand with the intensity of a man in the clutches of the ague.
Gardley looked keenly, steadily, at the boy's dancing eyes, and resolved to have a fuller understanding later, and his own eyes met the boy's in a gleam of mischief and sympathy. It was the first time in twenty years that Mom Wallis had eaten anything which she had not prepared herself, and now, with fried chicken and company preserves before her, she could scarcely swallow a mouthful.
"She married a Scotch laird and became socially extinct, somewhere among the Hebrides. Served her right," murmured Cecil sententiously. "Only think what she lost just through hungering for a chicken; if I hadn't proposed for her, for one hardly keeps the screw up to such self-sacrifice as that when one is cool the next morning, I would have made her the fashion!"
For instance, after a long course of apprenticeship one might be in a position to appreciate snipe stewed in rose-water, and I am convinced that asafoetida as a dressing to chicken must be delicious to those trained to it from their infancy. A quaint sweet, compounded of cocoa-nut cream and rose-water, and gilded all over with gold-leaf, lingers in my memory.
He never bothered me once in a sentimental way, and when he brought the plans of his house over on the knoll opposite Elmnest, Polly helped me enthuse and criticize them, and he went away seemingly content. His and Polly's Rhode Island Reds were rivaling my Leghorns in productiveness, and all of Riverfield seemed to have gone chicken mad. Mr.
'If you will begin unpacking I'll make our beds. And I'll get the fire started. 'We can dispense with the fire, he told her, setting to work with the first knot to come under his fingers. 'There is coffee in the thermos bottle and we can open a tin of potted chicken. 'The fire makes it cosier, Helen said, beginning to gather twigs.
But if he expresses a wish for chicken jelly I'll let you know at once." I started at once. I met Bob Power just outside my own gate. He was evidently a little embarrassed, but he spoke to me with the greatest frankness. "I'm extremely sorry, Lord Kilmore," he said, "but I am afraid I hurt your nephew last night." "Badly?" "Not very," said Bob. "Collar bone and a couple of ribs.
"Oh! we mustn't go for disturbing her," said the guileful good creature. "Bless ye! let her sleep it out. And if you young gentlemen was to take my advice, and go and take a walk for to get a appetite everybody should eat! it's their sacred duty, no matter what their feelings be! and I say it who'm no chicken! I'll frickashee this which is a chicken against your return.
As for Daisy Norsham, she'd marry Methuselah to take away the shame of being single. Not that the match with Alder will be out of the way, for she's no chicken herself. 'I rather thought Mr Dean had an eye to Miss Whichello. 'Stuff! rejoined Mrs Pansey, with a sniff. 'She's far too much taken up with dieting people to think of marrying them.
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