Lotty, with Teutonic phlegm, was calmly eating bread and currant
wine, for the jelly was still in a hopelessly liquid state, while Mrs.
Rebecca leaped off the porch, snatched Alice Robinson from under the currant
bushes, and, what was much more difficult, succeeded, by means of a complicated system of signals, in getting Emma Jane away from the Simpson party and giving them the slip altogether.
I begged him to do me the favour of presiding; and my request being seconded by the other boys who were in that room, he acceded to it, and sat upon my pillow, handing round the viands - with perfect fairness, I must say - and dispensing the currant
wine in a little glass without a foot, which was his own property.
I've been forced t' have Nancy in, upo' 'count as Hetty must gether the red currants
to-night; the fruit allays ripens so contrairy, just when every hand's wanted.
it is a Flemish word, I don't know how to spell it--A CORINTHE-ANGLICE, a currant
bun--and a cup of coffee; and then I strolled on towards the Porte de Louvain.
At an early hour one day, he encamped in a narrow valley on the banks of a beautifully clear but rushy pool; surrounded by thickets bearing abundance of wild cherries, currants
, and yellow and purple gooseberries.
Their idea of a square meal is a pound and a half of roast beef with five or six good-sized potatoes (soapy ones preferred as being more substantial), plenty of greens, and four thick slices of Yorkshire pudding, followed by a couple of currant
dumplings, a few green apples, a pen'orth of nuts, half a dozen jumbles, and a bottle of ginger-beer.
After a velvety oyster soup came shad and cucumbers, then a young broiled turkey with corn fritters, followed by a canvas-back with currant
jelly and a celery mayonnaise.
Prices, I'll admit, are what nobody can know the merits of; and the sudden falls after you've bought in currants
, which are a goods that will not keep-- I've never; myself seen into the ins and outs there; which is a rebuke to human pride.
Some had raisins for eyes and currant
buttons on their clothes; others had eyes of cloves and legs of stick cinnamon, and many wore hats and bonnets frosted pink and green.
It was a Saturday, and Praskovya Mikhaylovna was herself mixing dough for currant
bread such as the serf-cook on her father's estate used to make so well.
And one woman, nursing a child at her breast, called to Dakon: "Say, Fatty, I'll give you a meal for your skate--ham and potatoes, currant
jelly, white bread, canned butter, and two cups of coffee.