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Escott will stay and take pot-luck with us, he will no doubt hear everything there is to hear in the course of the evening." "What have we got for dinner, Ethel? I know we have got a leg of mutton, and there is some curry." "Your dinners are always excellent, Mrs. Horlock. I shall be delighted to stay. Here is Sally. Oh, how do you do, Sally? We were talking of you."
The landlord of the Spouter-Inn had recommended us to his cousin Hosea Hussey of the Try Pots, whom he asserted to be the proprietor of one of the best kept hotels in all Nantucket, and moreover he had assured us that Cousin Hosea, as he called him, was famous for his chowders. In short, he plainly hinted that we could not possibly do better than try pot-luck at the Try Pots.
The two friends had turned into Sixth Street and as they drew near the corner of Sixth and Grace, almost ran into Rob Stanard now a prominent lawyer and one of the leading gentlemen of the town. "Eddie Poe, as I'm alive!" he exclaimed, with a hearty hand-clasp. "My, my, what a pleasure! I'm on my way home to dinner, boys. Come in, both of you and take pot-luck with us.
He would not look at the threadbare shabbiness of the gray cloth suit, or at the queer tints given by time and weather to the black felt hat that was being balanced on two shrunken knees. "I, ah, don't think I'll present myself before Mrs. Dale ah, without more preparation than this. Besides, would it not put her out?" "No, indeed. Quite unceremonious taking us exactly as you find us pot-luck."
One evening during the tea season, just before dinner, I counted at one time fourteen nationalities in the bar of the Hankow Club. I like those friendly gatherings at the round table, when sport and other topics of our limited world are discussed, and when one generally manages to give or to receive an invitation to pot-luck, with a rubber or a gentle poker flutter to follow.
I know that, in thy secret heart, thou art chuckling over the want of knowledge in the sacred arcana of the domestic hearth betrayed by the author; thou art saying to thyself, "A pretty way to conciliate 'little tempers' indeed, to add to the offence of spoiling the fish the crime of bringing an unexpected friend to eat it. Pot-luck, quotha, when the pot 's boiled over this half hour!"
But the men proved to be much more peaceably disposed than the same class at home; they apologized for intruding, pleading the inclemency of the weather, and were quite willing, with our permission, to take up with pot-luck about the fire and leave us the shanty. They dried their clothes upon poles and logs, and had their fun and their bantering amid it all.
I did not care to do so, however, because, like Sancho Panza's dip out of Camacho's caldron, any sort of pot-luck at such a table would be sure to suit my purpose; so I chose a dish or two on my own judgment, and, getting through my labors betimes, had great pleasure in seeing the Englishmen toil onward to the end.
"In the shack yonder, if your stomach's copper-lined. Better come over to my camp and take pot-luck there." Which Loring gladly did, and then went on his dusty way, leaving Blake with something to think of beside his own woes.
Have you brought the whisky from Nowlan's? I'll go bail ye've not, now." "My dear, I've brought an old friend of yours and mine to take pot-luck with us to-day," said Dennis. "When is he to come?" said the lady. At which speech I was rather surprised, for I stood before her. "Here he is, Jemima my love," answered Dennis, looking at me. "Mr.
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