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Updated: June 10, 2025
There he comes, a plain-looking unromantic man in a foraging-cap, with a blue surtout and brass buttons, about as like to a sea-king as a man-of-war is to a muffin. Of course, the scenery is indescribable no scenery is describable. In order that my reader may judge of the truth of this statement, I append the following description.
'Oh, Charley, I don't know what to say to you, said she; and he could see and feel that her whole body was shaking with emotion. 'Then I'll tell you what to say: 'Charley, here is your tea, and some bread, and some butter, and some jam, and some muffin, for I'll tell you what, my evening bath has made me as hungry as a hunter. I hope it has done the same to you.
Holland was himself as hale as a hawk, driving all day bare-headed about London, and eating Welsh rarebit every night before bed; he thought that any young man should be pleased to take his early muffin in Brook Street, and supply a few crumbs of war news for the daily peckings of eminent patients.
Two of these figures came running to meet her as she slowly walked down the yellow path from the hill. One was a golden boy, with a beaming face; the other a little girl in a shiny brown cloak, who looked as if she would taste very nice. They each put a warm hand into Lily's, and the boy said, "We are glad to see you. Muffin told us you were coming." "Thank you.
I'd stay if you would let me, if there were twenty I I mean, of course it will be delightful to may I have another muffin, please? Thanks!" Geoffrey had broken short off, being a person of absolute honesty. "I trust your niece is not seriously out of health," he said, in conclusion, with his most professional air. "Is any malady indicated, or merely overfatigue?"
"And the muffin is quite hot," said Fanny, stooping down to a tray which stood before the peat fire, holding the muffin dish. "But perhaps you'd like a morsel of buttered toast; say the word, uncle, and I'll make it in a brace of seconds." "In course she will," said Mrs. O'Dwyer: "and happy too, av you'll only say that you have a fancy, Father Bernard."
She wore a pink muslin wrapper, tied with white ribbons, and in her hair drooped a cluster of apple-blossoms. "Margie dear," said Mr. Trevlyn, pausing in his work of buttering a muffin, "I want you to look your prettiest to-night. I am going to bring home a friend of mine one who was also your father's friend Mr. Linmere. He arrived from Europe to-day."
Young Smith, instead of his dinner and his wine, ought to be, where? at the festive tea-table, to be sure, by the side of Miss Higgs, sipping the bohea, or tasting the harmless muffin; while old Mrs. Higgs looks on, pleased at their innocent dalliance, and my friend Miss Wirt, the governess, is performing Thalberg's last sonata in treble X., totally unheeded, at the piano.
When the cakes are cool, spread every one thickly over with grape jelly, peach marmalade, or any other sweetmeat that is smooth and thick; currant jelly will be found too thin, and is liable to run off. If you ice it, add a few drops of essence of lemon to the icing. Jelly cake should be eaten fresh. It is best the day it is baked. You may bake small jelly cakes in muffin rings.
I want to send once more, something good for tea; she hates gruel so;" and the last despatch which the Great International Telegraph carried that day was a baked apple and a warm muffin, with "J. M.'s best regards." Things were not so gay in Ward No. 2, for Mrs.
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