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"Not when daddy hates it so," disagreed Alice. "Come on, let's make a cup of tea. And is there any cheese?" "Cheese?" "Yes," the younger girl went on. "I'm going to make a Welsh rarebit. Daddy just adores them, and the smell of the toast will take away the odor of that cabbage. Is there any cheese?" "I think so. But I thought you were tired."
"I can't believe that only two hours ago you were 'Hamlet," laughed Grace. "You look anything but tragic now." "He looked every bit as tragic just a moment ago. I saw a distinct Hamlet-like expression creep into his face," stated Miriam boldly. "You have sharp eyes," smiled Mr. Southard. "I happened to remember that I had forgotten what goes into this rarebit next.
The animal world has been thoroughly exploited by designers of stamps and many curious products have they shown us. This creature with the fine open countenance hails from North Borneo but it is said that similar creatures have been seen by earnest philatelists after an evening of study in the billiard room of the Collectors Club, followed by a light supper of broiled lobster and welsh rarebit.
But he chose the fillet steaks himself, he insisted on seeing the kidneys, and had a word to say about the fried potatoes, and the Welsh rarebit that was to follow. "I didn't know you were a member of this place," said I, feeling really rather shocked at the discovery, but also that it was a safer subject for me to open than that of his late mysterious movements.
No rarebit and beer for him; it's champagne and caviar every time. You cotton to him, Nance; he'll give you anything you want." "I don't want him to give me anything," said Nance stoutly. "Time I'm earning fifteen dollars a week, I'll be making presents myself." Birdie lifted her eyebrows and sighed. "You funny kid!" she said, "you got a heap to learn."
Everything is ready, and Margaret Howes is making Welsh rarebit just specially for you she heard you say you adored it. Hurry, hurry." The feast was half over when Patricia, who sat between Margaret Howes and Griffin and opposite to the adorable Doris Leighton, got a distinct shock. The girls had been talking of the initiation and the part that Elinor had played.
An actor, dropping into Wallace's late one evening for the after-work rarebit, overheard fragments of ah argument about the relative merits of the mince pies of certain of the city's hotels and refectories. He was playing at the time in the dramatization of Mr.
He would not allow the waitresses to be disturbed in their evening leisure, or kept from their sleep by such belated pleasures; and when he had provided the materials for the rarebit, he stood aloof, and left their combination to Mrs. Milray and her chafing-dish.
"You're letting your rarebit get cold!" He laughed himself, now, a great laugh of relaxation, of relief. "Not the least in the world! She was not exactly a phantom of delight." "Oh, thank you, Mr. Alford. Now, it's your tea's getting cold." They laughed together, and he gave himself to his victual with a relish that she visibly enjoyed.
"I was, but I guess thinking of the moving picture days at Rocky Ranch acted as a tonic. I'm rested now. There!" She tossed the hat, which she had so mistreated, on a chair, slipped off her jacket and started for the kitchen. "I think there is some cheese," went on Ruth, following her younger sister. "But don't make the rarebit as you did last time.
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