roly-pudding

Updated: May 23, 2025

Summoned to dinner, he sat at table with stupid hands and evasive eyes. Little Johnny, who was, as Polly put it, "as sharp as mustard," was prompt to note his uncle's vacancy. "What you staring at, Nunkey?" he demanded, his mouth full of roly-pudding, which he was stuffing down with all possible dispatch. "Hush, Johnny. Don't tease your uncle." "What do you mean, my boy?"

Henry Handel Richardson - Australia Felix