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He'll want his melon." The doctor surveyed the shattered fruit on the mountainside, and then looked down into the small brown face with its pathetically drooping mouth. "We'll drive around by the store and get another melon, Tabitha, and everything will be all right. Won't that do?" "Why didn't I think of that before?" she exclaimed in visible relief. "How much will it cost? Four bits?"
I asked what was the particular excellence of a peach, and he answered, "Its cooling and refreshing quality, like that of a melon!" Just think of this idea of the richest, most luscious, of all fruits! But the untravelled Englishman has no more idea of what fruit is than of what sunshine is; he thinks he has tasted the first and felt the last, but they are both alike watery.
None of them seemed to have seen either Bunty's shotgun or his bulldog, but they all believed that he had them because Jim Leonard said so, just as they had believed that Bunty had got done with his melon patch, until all at once one of them said, "Where is Jim Leonard, anyway?"
The coral is used for coloring mayonnaise, and also butter, which is then used in decorating salmon and other dark fish, used in salads. MELON SALAD. The best way to eat a melon is unquestionably with a little salt, but melons are very deceptive, they may look delicious, but from growing in the same field with squashes and other vegetables they often taste insipid.
He took the sleeping Cosette gently in his arms and carried her behind a heap of old furniture, which was out of use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. From that point he scrutinized the appearance of the being in the melon patch. The strange thing about it was, that the sound of the bell followed each of this man's movements.
Then I asked, "Merton, what have the Bagley children been doing since they stopped picking raspberries for us?" "I'm told they've been gathering blackberries and huckleberries in the mountains, and selling them." "That's promising. Now I want you to pick out a good-sized water- melon and half a dozen musk-melons, and I'll leave them at Bagley's cottage to-morrow night as I go down to the village.
"I do not understand," said Bébée, looking up, with her thoughts far away, and scarcely hearing the words spoken to her. "Oh, pretty little fool! you understand well enough," said Lisette, grinning, as she rubbed up a melon. "Does he give you fine things? You might let me see." "No one gives me anything." "Chut! you want me to believe that.
Cavendish's melon farm it still is, in current phrase, although Cavendish, whose memory is honored by lovers of the cantaloupe melon, long ago departed to raise melons for larger markets; and still a weather-beaten sign creaks from a post announcing to the world that "the celebrated Cavendish Melons are for Sale here!" To-day the melon-vines were softly shaded by rain-drops.
In their dying moments they begged him to bury them in their cradle. He nodded assuringly, and they lay dead in the moment. Immediately Jussuf called his slaves to him, who were standing in the distance in earnest expectation, and ordered them to carry the dead bodies to the melon. But they refused, certainly with humble excuses, but still with steadfast decision.
"Imagine a saint's conscience being troublesome." "Don't laugh at me you know I'm not a saint." "How should I know?" "Ask Aunt Miriam. She has no illusions about me." "Thanks, but I don't know her well enough. We haven't been on good terms since she drove me out of the melon patch do you remember?" "Yes, I remember. We wanted the blossoms, didn't we, to make golden bells in the Tower of Cologne?"
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