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But fatigue and hunger on Josiah's part, a prancin' team bore us away, and we went home in pretty good sperits after all, though some late. Miss Plank had a good supper. We wuz late, but she had kept it warm for us some briled chicken, and some green peas, and a light nice puddin', and other things accordin'; and Josiah did indeed do justice to it.
Then, agin, how manny things he tould me of the times we had together, an' he even asked me if Teresa Flynn, his sweetheart afore he wint off, was livin' still. Oh, as thrue as ye're sittin' there! Poor thing, she was married. An' he remembered how fond he was o' rice puddin' ice cold. An' he knew Louis Everard the minute he shtud forninst him in the door.
"Ain't got puddin' enough, Thompson," said Mosey, as my companions stopped their teams and went on to survey the place. You shove your team in nex' the polers, an' I'll hook our lot on in front. Thompson did as desired; and the first pull brought the wagon on to solid ground. Meanwhile Dixon and Willoughby had taken their team through, and were hurrying along.
The only way I could live here would be on his charity, and that would be as poor fodder as sawdust hasty puddin', even if I was fond of charity, which I ain't. He said to me Well, you take your things off and I'll tell you about it. You can stay a little while, can't you?" "Yes, I was going to stay all the afternoon and for supper, if you'd let me.
Why, at one end of the table is a muslin de laine puddin' " "A what?" asked three or four ladies in the same breath, and the widow replied, "May-be I didn't get the name right, let me see: No, come to think, it's a Charlotte somebody puddin' instead of a muslin de laine.
"Are we downhearted? Not likely, old son!" "Tyke a feel o' this little puffball! Smack on old Fritzie's napper she goes!" "I'm a-go'n' to arsk fer a nice Blightey one! Four months in Brentford 'ospital an' me Christmas puddin' at 'ome!" "Now, don't ferget, you blokes! County o' London War 'Ospital fer me if I gets a knock!
"Thrue for you, sir, but you don't know that we've got a tarin' fire down in the barn, where there's two geese more and two shouldhers of mutton to help what you seen not to mintion a great big puddin', an' lots of other things. Sure you might notice Mave and the girls runnin' in an' out to attind the cookin' of it."
"The Gineral!" "He did," said Pat. "He put on one of Mrs. Brady's aprons, and 'twas fine gravy, too." The widow looked her astonishment. "And do you call that foine?" she demanded at last. "The Gineral havin' to make his own gravy? What was you a-doin', Pat?" "I was helpin' Mrs. Brady with the puddin' sauce and dishin' up. 'Twas behind we all was, owin' to a caller, and Mrs.
"I want pork and beans, and ham, and biled greens, and chicken pie and Injun puddin'!" "Well, well," sez I, "be calm.
"Well," said John; "he keeps takkin' my puddin'!" "Eh, what a story," replied the other little fellow; "it wur thee, neaw!" " Aw'll tell yo what it is," said the mother, "iv yo two connot agree, an' get your dinner quietly, aw'll tak that dish away; an' yo'st not have another bite this day. Heaw con yo for shame!" This quietened the lads a little, and they went on with their dinner.
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