'Yes,' said he, 'but come again in half an hour, and cook the king the
soup that he likes so much.' Then she ran to her little cabin, washed herself quickly, and took her dress out which was silvery as the moon, and put it on; and when she went in, looking like a king's daughter, the king went up to her, and rejoiced at seeing her again, and when the dance began he danced with her.
"Well, I hope you left some suitable excuse," said her husband, somewhat appeased, as he added a dash of cayenne pepper to the
soup.
"Don't want to be
soup!" wailed Button-Bright again; and Toto began to whine dismally, as if he didn't want to be
soup, either.
A nasty lopp of a sea came on at dinner-time, and I began to feel queer the moment the
soup was put on the table.
Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the
soup, and seemed not to be listening, so she went on again: `Twenty-four hours, I THINK; or is it twelve?
After the
soup the maid brought a boiled fowl--a piece of magnificence which caused the eyes of the diners to dilate in such a manner that they seemed ready to burst.
"Pashenka must give us some raspberry jam to-day to make him some raspberry tea," said Razumihin, going back to his chair and attacking his
soup and beer again.
Then he looked about for something to pour the
soup into; Dantes' entire dinner service consisted of one plate -- there was no alternative.
"What's the
soup made of, Bruno?" said Sylvie, who had put a spoonful of it to her lips, and was making a wry face over it.
We take
soup, then wait a few minutes for the fish; a few minutes more and the plates are changed, and the roast beef comes; another change and we take peas; change again and take lentils; change and take snail patties (I prefer grasshoppers); change and take roast chicken and salad; then strawberry pie and ice cream; then green figs, pears, oranges, green almonds, etc.; finally coffee.
"Don't you imagine he would make a better
soup?" asked the Tin Woodman, turning toward his friend.
The efforts of Agafea Mihalovna and the cook, that the dinner should be particularly good, only ended in two famished friends attacking the preliminary course, eating a great deal of bread and butter, salt goose and salted mushrooms, and in Levin's finally ordering the
soup to be served without the accompaniment of little pies, with which the cook had particularly meant to impress their visitor.