... Dishes for Slender Appetites.' In the end, she gave notice because Carter bought a cookery-book and left it for her in the kitchen. H'm! They're difficult people to deal with, laundresses. Aou should have had a man. Yes, assented the Artist; we should ...

... She felt still more injured when she entered it and very sorry for herself. A horrible smell of cooking travelled up the kitchen stairs there was a clamour of children's voices. As she entered the room where he was sitting, her husband looked up with ...

... the air seemed to lie in luminous strata. Ought to be somewhere here, he said quietly, and he walked noiselessly into the kitchen, where the cat rose, yawned, and looked at him, then at the boots he held in his hand. Ah, here we are 1 he exclaimed at last ...

... Neat little bundles, tied up with pink tape and clearly labelled, proclaimed her various activities: Mothers' Union, Soup Kitchen, Sunday School, Book Club-- how the names recalled Emily herself. A swift pang of compunction seized him. Was it possible ...

... gave thanks to the Nat and praise to the Supreme and Excellent Law, and climbed down and cut her up, and wended home rich in kitchen store and merit acquired. And from that day there was no lack of napi and peppered stew of flesh in the venerable Shan's dwelling ...

... son's life was in jeopardy must have a heart of stone. Many hard words indeed were spoken about Sir Julian that day in the kitchens and stables of Churn Manor. And it would have been strange had it been otherwise. He paid the usual penalty paid by those ...

... as usual Breathless, with her bed-room door ajar, she listened heard the back window opened, marked the footfall in the kitchen. Beneath was the usual preparation a lamp turned low, a hot meal put by, plate and glass, knife and fork, and a few words ...

... beings without were trying to force a way in. Whitewash fell in scales from the big tie-beams and cross-rafters of the farm- kitchen, and lay in little powdery drifts of whiteness on the solid table of brown locust-tree wood, and my father's Dutch Bible that ...

... district in the North of London, who had the reputation of being a miser, was found murdered. His body was lying in, the kitchen. He had evidently heard a noise in the night and had come downstairs. He had been attacked, and his skull fractured with a ...

... back into the kitchen find do your work. Mrs. Cing eyed him resignedly. She asked herself sourly why she had let her self hope that Cing would be kind to-day after his having been only unkind to her for twenty-one years. In the kitchen she slowly resumed ...

... one another like a couple of village girls. All over a man. How unspeakably unladylike The servants were peeping out at the kitchen door. The very paintings on the wall listened, great-grandmamma Rossiter in her cap and mittens wearing an expression of shocked ...

... thing, and the Chinese woman seemed equally afraid. You are a pair of stupid fools cried Mrs. Martin. I '11 take it to the kitchen and burn it, and she returned to the bungalow. The amah followed her quickly, entreating Mem, Mem not burn the boat. Very ...