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It is recommended that constant use be made of this table, for much of the success achieved in cookery depends on a clear understanding of the words and expressions that are peculiar to this science. With; dressed in a certain style; as, smelts a la tartare, which means smelts with tartare sauce. Literally, dressed with brown crumbs. In actual practice, also flavored with grated cheese.
It was as if her position there beside him on the pillory made his humiliation less acute. He shifted the water pitcher, and jerked his thumb over his shoulder: "They all want to divide the things an' take keer of 'em 'til she comes," he said, "but I ain't goin' to let 'em." "I wouldn't neither," agreed Nance. "Old man Smelts an' Mr.
Snawdor, like a current that has been restrained too long, surged eagerly forward, and overflowed her conversational banks completely. "Well, I ain't exactly her mother, but I'm just the same as her mother. You ast anybody in Calvary Alley. Ast Mr. Burks here, ast Mrs. Smelts what I been to her ever since she was a helpless infant baby.
Fish also are plentiful, such as fresh cod, plaice, flounders, soles, whitings, smelts, sturgeon, oysters, lobsters, crabs, shrimps, mackerel, and herrings in the season; but it must be confessed that salmon, turbot, and some other sea-fish are dear, as well as fresh-water fish. Wine is imported from foreign countries, and is dear.
Turn the vermicelli over with a fork every few minutes until it is thoroughly cooked. Boil one-half pound of vermicelli in salted water, drain, and mix with two tablespoons of olive-oil and a little chopped-up parsley. Then set to one side to get cool. Take five smelts, split them, take out the bones, and fry them slightly in one teaspoon of olive-oil.
Snawdor, teasingly. "We're turned 'Piscopal!" "You ain't ever got the nerve to be goin' over to the cathedral," Mrs. Smelts asked incredulously. "Sure, why not?" said Nance, giving her hat a more sophisticated tilt. "Salvation's as free there as it is anywhere."
They would impress beholders who had not the same reasons for preoccupation as Barney Bill. "You're thinking of your 'igh-born parents," said Barney Bill. "All right, keep 'em. Only hide 'ern away safe. And now get in and let us clear out of this place. It smelts like a cheese with an escape of gas running through it. And you'd better stay inside and not show your face all day long.
Her cheap, cotton skirt had exactly the proper flare, and her tailor-made shirtwaist was worn with the proud distinction of one who conforms in line, if not in material, to the mode of the day. "Ain't she the daisy?" exclaimed Mrs. Snawdor, gaily, and even Mrs. Smelts dried her eyes, the better to appreciate Nance's gala attire. "We're too swell to be Methodist any longer!" went on Mrs.
"We're going to administer a deserved rebuke to a certain character in this town," Jack answered. "You've heard of Old Smelts, haven't you?" "That fellow who's always beating his wife and hitting his little girl?" "That's the old chap. Well, I heard he just got out of the lock-up for being too free with his fists on the little girl.
The policeman, with an impolite request that she stop that there caterwauling, knelt on the wet pavement and made a hasty diagnosis of the case. "Leg's broke, and head's caved in a bit. That's all I can see is the matter of him. Who beat him up?" "Him an' her!" accused Mrs. Smelts hysterically, pointing to Dan and Nance, who stood shivering beside Mr. Demry on the top step.
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