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Her soft and tender little form grew hard and inflexible within her father's encircling arms. Oh, terrible misfortune! The victim of his insatiable desire for wealth, little Marygold was a human child no longer, but a golden statue! Yes, there she was, with the questioning look of love, grief, and pity, hardened into her face. It was the prettiest and most woeful sight that ever mortal saw.
This, as well as the Marygold Cheese, must be salted, when it has been press'd about eight Hours. Those that are willing to have figur'd Cheeses, such Cheeses as are partly green and partly otherwise, must take the following method.
Once upon a time, there lived a very rich man, and a king besides, whose name was Midas; and he had a little daughter, whom nobody but myself ever heard of, and whose name I either never knew or have entirely forgotten. So, because I love odd names for little girls, I choose to call her Marygold. This King Midas was fonder of gold than of anything else in the world.
He hurriedly put on his clothes, and was enraptured to see himself in a magnificent suit of gold cloth, which retained its flexibility and softness, although it burdened him a little with its weight. He drew out his handkerchief, which little Marygold had hemmed for him. That was likewise gold, with the dear child's neat and pretty stitches running all along the border in gold thread!
Perhaps this was all the better, for Marygold was accustomed to take pleasure in looking at the queer figures and strange trees and houses that were painted on the circumference of the bowl, and these ornaments were now entirely lost in the yellow hue of the metal.
"What is the matter, father?" asked little Marygold, gazing at him, with the tears still standing in her eyes. "Nothing, child, nothing!" said Midas. "Eat your milk, before it gets quite cold." He took one of the nice little trouts on his plate, and, by way of experiment, touched its tail with his finger.
This is also used for the same purpose as the last mentioned. It is an annual, and not of such easy culture as the last, requiring to be raised from seeds in an artificial heat. It is usually dried and kept for use. MARYGOLD. Calendula officinalis. An annual plant usually sown in the spring. The petals of the flowers are eaten in broths and soups, to which they impart a very pleasant flavour.
"The two girls in the corner who are attracting so much attention?" "Yes." "Don't you know them?" "I certainly do not." "They are no common persons, I can assure you, Mrs. Marygold." "Of course, or they would not be found here. But who are they?" "Ah, Mrs. Lemmington! how are you?" said a lady, coming up at this moment, and interrupting the conversation.
They had already overstaid the time at first arranged, and Lady Augustus, when she hinted that another week at Marygold, "just till this painful affair was finally settled," would be beneficial to her, was informed that the Connop Greens themselves were about to leave home. Lady Augustus had reported to Mrs.
"A standard that far the largest portion of society will regard as the true one, I hope," replied Mrs. Lemmington. "But, surely, you do not intend refusing to call upon the Claytons for the reason you have assigned, Mrs. Marygold." "Certainly I do. They are nothing but common people, and therefore beneath me. I shall not stoop to associate with them." "I think that I will call upon them.
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