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"I wanted to see if they had any shortcake down there," he explained. "I wanted some like Vi did, and I went to another table to see. But there wasn't have any," he added, getting rather mixed up in his talk. "And when I wanted to come back I didn't know the way and I sat down and you weren't there, Mother, and I was afraid and " "But you're all right now," said Mrs.
Tisbett, when dinner was over, and the little Peppers declared they couldn't eat any more, "I'm a-goin' to set out on th' porch a minute or two. I allers let Bill an' Jerry rest a full hour," pulling out the big silver watch again. "When I'm a man," cried Joel, leaning back in his chair, wishing he could eat some more raspberry shortcake, "I'm goin' to have a watch just like yours, Mr. Tisbett."
In the meantime, I'll be little fairy godmother, an' if you'll get on your bonnet I'll stake you and the young 'un to strawberry shortcake an' chocolate ice cream." So it happened that a wondering Frau Knapf and a sympathetic Frau Nirlanger were called in for consultation an hour later. Bennie was ensconced in my room, very wide-eyed and wondering, but quite content.
The Widow Weld made a frightful fuss. Said that patriotism was all right, but that there were limits. Betty put on her organdie and went. It began with cream soup and ended with shortcake. Even Chug realized that his mother had outdone herself. After his second helping of shortcake he leaned back and said, "Death, where is thy sting?" But his mother refused to laugh at that.
He almost forgot to talk during the soup, and he came back three times for chicken, and by the time the strawberry shortcake was half consumed he was looking at Pearlie with a sort of awe in his eyes. That night he came over to say good-by before taking his train out for Ishpeming. He and Pearlie strolled down as far as the park and back again. "I didn't eat any supper," said Sam.
Ma Thomas sighed, and she interrupted the furtive conversation of the two young men by placing a big dish of shortcake between them. "By gettin' aftah me with a shotgun," said Kid Wolf with a laugh. A whitened human skull, fastened to a post by a rusty tenpenny nail, served as a signboard and notified the passing traveler that he was about to enter the limits of Skull, New Mexico.
Shortcake, a little squat personage, strained and stood on tiptoe to have her share of the investigation. "Ay, it's frae him, sure eneugh," said the butcher's lady; "I can read Richard Taffril on the corner, and it's written, like John Thomson's wallet, frae end to end." "Haud it lower down, madam," exclaimed Mrs.
And very soon Cherry found herself a little housewife among other housewives, much more praised if she made a good shortcake than because the tilt of her new hat was becoming. For several days she and Martin laughed incessantly, and praised each other incessantly, while they experimented with cooking, and ate delicious gipsy meals.
Makes me feel as mean and little as a green strawb'rry on top of a bakery shortcake. Three days I'd had of it, mind you, with never a show to put in any defense, or plead guilty but sorry, or anything like that. And me all the time hoping it would wear off. I expect it would too, if someone could have throttled Billy Bounce. Course nobody could, or it would have happened long ago.
Berries from the vines, butter in the crust, crame you have to bate to make it smooth talk about shortcake!" "What's wrong wi' cherry cobbler?" asked Dannie. "Or blackberry pie?" "Or greens cooked wi' bacon?" "Or chicken pie?" "Or catfish, rolled in cornmeal and fried in ham fat?" "Or guineas stewed in cream, with hard-boiled eggs in the gravy?" "Oh, stop!" cried the delighted Mary.
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