Jogglebury began eyeing and telegraphing her husband. 'Jog, my dear, said she, looking significantly at him, and then at the egg-stand, which still contained three eggs. 'Well, my dear, replied Jog, with a vacant stare, pretending not to understand. 'You'd better eat them, said she, looking again at the eggs. 'They'll be wasted if you don't, replied Mrs. Jog.

Povey had ten guests or ten children, and all the twelve of them were simultaneously gripped by a desire to eat eggs at breakfast or tea even in this remote contingency Aunt Harriet would have been pained to see the egg-stand in use; such treasures are not designed for use.

By mere good fortune she escaped dropping the egg she had just taken from the egg-stand. "London!" she said. "Oh!" "Pearson thinks it would be a first-rate idea," he explained. "I guess he thinks that if he can get me into the swell clothing stores he can fix me up as I ought to be fixed, if I'm not going to disgrace him. I should hate to disgrace Pearson.

Among the latter was the resplendent egg-stand holding twelve silver-gilt egg-cups and twelve chased spoons to match, presented by Aunt Harriet. In the Five Towns' phrase, 'it must have cost money. Even if Mr. and Mrs.

Her glance conveyed a scornful reproach that he could eat at all in such circumstances, and, that there might be no mistake as to her own feelings, she ostentatiously pushed the toast-rack and egg-stand away from her. "You you're not eating, my dear," said Mr. Chalk. "If I ate anything it would choke me," was the reply. Mr. Chalk affected surprise, but his voice quavered.

Her glance conveyed a scornful reproach that he could eat at all in such circumstances, and, that there might be no mistake as to her own feelings, she ostentatiously pushed the toast-rack and egg-stand away from her. "You you're not eating, my dear," said Mr. Chalk. "If I ate anything it would choke me," was the reply. Mr. Chalk affected surprise, but his voice quavered.

Walker slipped into it with her basket, and the page went downstairs to his companions in the kitchen, and said, "It's a-comin'! master's in quod, and missus has gone out to pawn the plate." When the cook went out that day, she somehow had by mistake placed in her basket a dozen of table-knives and a plated egg-stand. "Both the new cashmeres is gone," said she, "and there's nothing left in Mrs.