... nobbut and graadely. Mr. Carmichael, instead of seeing in dialect something to be only suggested in fiction, like onion in salad, has saturated his story with it, condemning his readers to the labour of translation as they go along, aided by an occasional ...

... eese, and beer. Now and then Marlowe, whose salary was a little less modest than his companions', would provide a lobster-salad, for which he was awarded a vote of thanks in the meantime and a promise of a banquet when good luck smiled upon the band. ...

... nobody saw them) sup off bread and cheese and porter, spirituel poets partial to tripe and (cli hostibus black- puddings. A salad full of onions has ere now attracted an reithetic young reotor who might antecedently be supposed superior to such horrors ...

... too hot to be hungry, she told him. Let 's go down to the Lake. They sat at a little table on a green velvet lawn and ate salad and a few flakes of chicken and an ice. He paid. He bought her a funny little nosegay thing with three little pink-petalled ...

... Sunday's dinner, drawn by a cook who lived before the School Board, is still affectionately remembered 1. Soup. 2. Cold Beef. 3. Salad. 4. Cold Sweats. In brief, respectable people used to eat and drink sparingly on. Sunday, caused no unnecessary work, went ...

... speak at all, but he received here the sympathy of all right-minded people, who recognised that in him was one who had in his salad days mixed with the worst and was now endeavouring to remedy this by earnest and thoughtful be nevolence. He bore no ill-will ...

... aren't you she cried. Not so tired, I said cautiously, as famished, Oh, poor you Well, come in there's cold chicken and salad, and cheese, and I can hot up some milk. She threw open the gate. Would you like a wash Shouldn't I She led me to a scullery ...

... and water added, and the whole set on the flame, they returned to the studio, to wait. There were fewer piled-up plates with salad between, in the studio. Where's my easel gone? Avery wanted to know. In that little alcove that leads to the fire door. It's ...

... beautifully. Lady Eleanor was sweet, and the flowers looked lovely, she told them and as she helped herself to another helping of salad, her eyes were curiously engrossed in the curling leaves of the lettuce. And the dress It was her sister asking. Was it a success ...

... OUR SHORT STORY. J^S NOTHING IN COMMON I By THEODORA BENSON. (Author of Salad Days.) SURELY a man, before taking the extreme step of leaving his young wife for ever, would have fortified himself with a decent meal. Kay, having cleared the coast by sending ...

... and yearning, gazing hopefully up at a shiered German captain, who had previously picked ery strawberry out of the fruit salad. The German arricr fl inked a thin, determined man-woman, who ore pince-nez and demonstrated, by knife and fork aves, to a ...

... summoned. 'The poor monsieur dined with madame and his Compagnon at five. Totage St. Germain cotelette de mouton sauce Bearnaise Salade St. Julicn, one pint. That is all.' ''Then a doctor, red-faced and pompous, Van de Putte by name, bustled in. The man and ...