Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: August 6, 2024
Didenhover aint fetched any of this year's home; so I made a bargain with 'em, they shouldn't starve as long as they'd eat boiled pursley." "What do you give them?" "Most everything they aint particular now-a-days chunks o' cabbages, and scarcity, and pun'kin, and that all the sass that aint wanted." "And do they eat that?" "Eat it!" said Barby; "they don't know how to thank me for't."
"It's Miss Presly," said Emarine, resentfully, under her breath. "Old gossip!" " goin' to have a fine dinner, I hear," Miss Presly was saying. "Turkey with oyster dressin', an' cranberries, an' mince an' pun'kin pie, an' reel plum puddin' with brandy poured over 't an' set afire, an' wine dip, an' nuts an' raisins, an' wine itself to wind up on. Emarine's a fine cook.
Martin Dockerill ate pun'kin pie with his fingers, played "Marching through Georgia" on the mouth-organ, admired burlesque-show women in sausage-shaped pink tights, and wore balbriggan socks that always reposed in wrinkles over the tops of his black shoes with frayed laces. But he probably could build a very decent motor in the dark, out of four tin cans and a crowbar.
Didenhover ha'n't fetched any of this year's home; so I made a bargain with 'em they shouldn't starve as long as they'd eat boiled pursley." "What do you give them?" "'Most everything they ain't particler now-a days chunks o' cabbage, and scarcity, and pun'kin and that all the sass that ain't wanted." "And do they eat that?" "Eat it!" said Barby. "They don't know how to thank me for't!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking