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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I feel like a Welsh rarebit myself," laughed Frank, "how about you, Ben?" "I feel like a pot of boiling tar with a fire lighted under me," growled the veteran angrily; "consarn these rocks, I'd give a whole lot for a bit of that shade we left behind us."
"Wait until after supper the rarebit will spoil if we don't eat it at once. Wait, Daddy dear!" "All right, I will," he assented with a sigh. "Perhaps I may have a less gloomy view of it after a cup of tea." And while the little family party is gathered about the table, I shall take just a moment to tell my new readers something about the previous books of this series.
Cook until mixture forms a soft ball when tested in cold water. Flavor with vanilla and pour, while hot, over each service of the roll. It immediately hardens, forming a delicious caramel covering to the ice cream. Welsh Rarebit Take one pound of mild American cheese and put in saucepan. Add five wineglassful of old ale, place over the fire and stir until it is thoroughly blended and melted.
I remember our having a Welsh rarebit there for supper, and when the waiter last night mentioned a rarebit, 'gad he started up before me. I gave chase into my early youth. However, my father never took me to meet the old fellow again. I believe it lost me a fortune. Evan's thoughts were leaping to the cricket-field, or he would have condoled with Mr.
Elsie invited all of us to a welsh rarebit party she was giving at eleven-thirty, and then they got to work at the bridge table, poor George Hazzard cutting in occasionally. This left Billy Smith and me free to make up a somewhat somnolent two-some. I was eager to steal away to the east wing with the news, but how to dispose of Billy without appearing rude was more than I could work out.
"And the recovery of the ivory?" chimed in Lathrop, "my father's business is saved. We must cable from the Canaries of our success." "And the narrative of George Desmond and our own experiences with the Flying Men?" chimed in Billy. "Oh, you'll have to can that rarebit dream!" cried Harry. "I will not!" exclaimed Billy indignantly. "I'm going to print it." "On the funny page maybe.
It was, then, about twenty minutes to ten on the night of the fourth of June, eighteen hundred and eighty-six, that, after disposing of a pint of beer and a Welsh rarebit for my supper, I seated myself in my arm-chair, cocked my feet upon a stool, and lit my pipe, as was my custom. Both my pulse and my temperature were, as far as I know, normal at the time.
You've got to stand in with all this gang, or go to the wall. The only person who gets anything from them is the person who will do their work. You go to the city hall in St. Louis, the old one, which looks like a rickety tobacco warehouse, or the new one, which is a realization in material of a bad dream consequent upon too much rarebit, and you might as well be in Berlin.
His eyes are bigger than his belly, but an Englishman's belly is a deal bigger than his eyes, and the number of plum puddings and the amount of Welsh rarebit he devours annually would send the best of us to his grave in half that time.
They had the Welsh rarebit, with beer, and Carl helped to make it. But you'd like to help, wouldn't you? You're to chop the cheese. Cut it into weenty cubes." Carl did like to help. He boasted that he was the "champion cheese-chopper of Harlem and the Bronx, one-thirty-three ringside," while Gertie was toasting crackers, and Ray was out buying bottles of beer in a newspaper.
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