rasher's

Updated: May 16, 2025

And it was the inner man who now spoke "Our tea-supper nearly ready, Mrs Champernowne?" "Oh yes, sir. The second rasher's about done. How many eggs shall I cook?" "Oh, one, or perhaps two, for me," shouted Uncle Paul. "Oh, I say!" muttered Rodd. "Better cook eight or ten for my nephew," cried the doctor dryly. "He'll eat like a young wolf." "What a shame!" muttered Rodd.

George Manville Fenn - The Ocean Cat's Paw: The Story of a Strange Cruise