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Inger found no pleasure now in admiring a new calf; she did not clap her hands in surprise when Isak came down from the hills with a big basket of fish; no, she had lived for six years among greater things. And of late she had even ceased to be heavenly and sweet when she called him in to dinner. "Your food's ready, aren't you coming in?" was all she said now. And it didn't sound nice.
Or perhaps it's Sadie I ought to thank?" "I wouldn't bother about it. Sadie's fond of meddling," Charnock answered with some embarrassment. "But will the snow stop the work?" "Not altogether. We can keep busy on the hill and I'm going up now. Will you come?" "Presently," said Charnock, smiling. "Food's a thing you don't seem to need when you're occupied, but I want my breakfast before I start."
"Nay, 'tis the same there as here, clothes worn out to the last thread, and bones used until they crumble," answered the man with a laugh. "But a living's to be made." "Ay, that's so, food's to be got from somewhere! But you must be hungry?
The work of the house must be done thoroughly well, Diantha determined; "and the food's got to be good or the girls wont stay." After much consideration she selected one Julianna, a "person of color," for her kitchen: not the jovial and sloppy personage usually figuring in this character, but a tall, angular, and somewhat cynical woman, a misanthrope in fact, with a small son.
'Manners, she said, laughing 'that you think so little of. Whether the food's agreeable or not, manners help it down. 'Manners! between husband and wife? he said, scornfully. 'But certainly! She lifted her beautiful brows for emphasis. 'Show me any persons, please, that want them more!
Children like that feels like young wolves an' food's flesh an' blood to 'em," said Mrs. Sowerby. Then she smiled Dickon's own curving smile. "Eh! but they're enjoyin' theirselves for sure," she said. She was quite right, the comfortable wonderful mother creature and she had never been more so than when she said their "play actin'" would be their joy.
You used to give me thirty shillings a week for the housekeeping before we had baby; and I've never asked you for any more since, have I? And his food's awf'ly expensive too. I manage on just the same, Osborn." "Yes, yes," he said, moving uneasily, "but where's all this leading? I mean " "It isn't leading anywhere. I only wanted you to see that I can't help anything."
"It would be a pleasant surprise to me to find them serving some useful purpose," said Mr. Carrington grimly. Mr. Flexen laughed and said: "You're prejudiced. It's about time to dress for dinner." Mr. Carrington rose with alacrity and said anxiously, "I hope to goodness Loudwater didn't quarrel with his chef!" "I've no reason to think so. The food's excellent," said Mr. Flexen. Mr.
Change played in its new fashion with the world for twenty years. To most men the new things came little by little and day by day, remarkably enough, but not so abruptly as to overwhelm. But to one man at least the full accumulation of those two decades of the Food's work was to be revealed suddenly and amazingly in one day.
"Few of 'em eat," replied Ted. "Most of 'em going on. But the food's always fine here, and anyway you girls want to see the dining-room if you've never been here before. It's a whole show." It was. The splendid great room, with vaulted ceiling, represented an old English hall. There was a raised platform across the end and a gallery on either side.
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