...eat effect in any other medium than that of candied sugars, conserves, and pastry. Say what you will about the identity of the reasoning process in al... ...jects with a fresh mind, the adjustment of butter to flour, and of heat to pastry, is not the best preparation for the office of prime minister; besid... ... of Jacob, as of a large personage who went about habitually with a pitch- fork in his hand. Nothing could be easier, then, than for David on this Sun... ...ing light was rather dimmer in the thicket. But what, in the name of—burnt pastry—was that large body with a staff planted beside it, close at the foo... ...undle, he snatched it, like a too officious Newfoundland, stuck his pitch- fork into it and carried it over his shoulder in triumph as he accompanied ... ... fits of fury which would have made him formidable even without his pitch- fork. There was no mastery to be obtained over him except by kindness or gu... ...de—a spade. But give ME the bundle,” he added, trying to reach it from the fork, where it hung high above Jacob’s tall shoulder. But Jacob showed as m... ...es, and that the shop was, in fact, being fitted up for a confectioner and pastry-cook’s business, hitherto unknown in Grimworth, did not quite suffic... ...ses were kept in due subordination: he held that the desire for sweets and pastry must only be satisfied in a direct ratio with the power of paying fo...

...ed as she oblig- ingly helped him to unpack the soup ladles, table-spoons, forks, cruet-stands, tureens, dishes, and breakfast services— all of silver... ... you much himself, but he sometimes sends you with a message to ladies who fork out famous tips; they are dressed grandly, too.” “His daughters, as he... ...he Rue Dau- phine at half-past eight this morning. They buy old spoons and forks and gold lace there, and Goriot sold a piece of silver plate for a go... ...ss added; “and when the little creature went to Court, the daugh- ter of a pastry-cook was presented on the same day. Do you remember, Claire? The Kin... ...h!—I have still my silver buckles left, and half-a-dozen silver spoons and forks, the first I ever had in my life. But I have nothing else except my l... ...s won’t fetch ten francs. This morning he went out with all the spoons and forks he has left, I don’t know why. He had got himself up to look quite yo...

...re Lent, I have been coining out rather strong in that line lately, as the pastry-cook’s bill for desserts will show in good time. ‘I have been asked ... ... shook hands all round and went off. Their hands, being used as knives and forks, were not a little greasy; but of course one does not think of that. ... ..., and slept away in style; that I soon taught them to eat with a knife and fork, and to-day have almost succeeded in making them believe that plum pud... ...ves had several articles, such as china, glass, and the handle of a silver fork, which evidently came from a ship. He had been told that these article... ...t 7.30 the breeze came up, and the big drops began, when suddenly a bright forked flash so sustained that it held its place before our eyes like an im... ... but the broad flashes of lightning were still frequent. The lightning was forked and jagged, and one remarkable thing was the length of time that the...

... answered No, only she supposed he must be a manufacturer in the knife and fork way. Can I say of her face altered as I have rea- son to remember it, ... ..., do you mean, sir? Ah! said Mr. Barkis. Her. Yes. She makes all our pastry, and does all our cooking. Do she though? said Mr. Barkis. He mad... ...seat at the board; but found it extremely difficult to handle my knife and fork with anything like dexterity, or 83 David Copperfield Vol. I to avo... ... he seemed the fresher for it. What have we got here? he said, putting a fork into my dish. Not chops? Chops, I said. Lord bless my soul! he e... ...ds. I had my own old mug with David on it, and my own old little knife and fork that wouldn t cut. While we were at table, I thought it a favourable o... ...oing to Murdstone and Grinby s, of a morning, I could not resist the stale pastry put out for sale at half-price at the pastrycooks doors, and spent ... ...what she would recommend would be this. A pair of hot roast fowls from the pastry-cook s; a dish of stewed beef, with vegetables from the pastry-cook ... ...; two little corner things, as a raised pie and a dish of kidneys from the pastrycook s; a tart, and (if I liked) a shape of jelly 434 David Copperf... ...nd (if I liked) a shape of jelly 434 David Copperfield Vol. I from the pastrycook s. This, Mrs. Crupp said, would leave her at full liberty to con...

...e head from the criminals. “We’ve got him—got him on the Caudine T oasting-fork!” Rudyard Kipling said Stalky, after those hints were taken. “King’ll... ...They need it.” “I don’t like the boys, I own”—Prout dug viciously with his fork into the table-cloth—”and I don’t pretend to be a strong man, as you k... ...s “a downy bird.” Young blood who had stumbled into an entanglement with a pastry-cook’s daughter at Plymouth; experience who had come into a small le... ...generalissimo.” One does not refuse a warrior of Sobraon, or deny the only pastry-cook within bounds. So Keyte came, by invita- tion, leaning upon a s...

... tippet, very comfortable, and no trouble at all—he had scrambled into the fork, and brought down a beautiful spire of blossoms, with all the grand le... ...le word. “Ah, so you’ve got at he, after all,” said Purday, leaning on the fork with which he had thrown on the weeds. “Nothing is safe from you.” “Wh... ...al politeness, he gave his arm to Miss Fosbrook, and carried them off to a pastry-cook’s, where he bade them eat what they pleased, and spend the rest...

...There was a great old laurel tree, and Armyn put Sylvia and me up into the fork; and that was our nest, and we were birds, and he fed us with strawber... ...rength to walk. She thought her best measure would be to make her way to a pastry-cook’s shop that looked straight down the street to the Grammar Scho... ...ms of the previous day, and the long fast, appeased by the contents of the pastry- cook’s shop, with the journey and the excitement of the meet- ing—a...

... and the cauldrons. Close to the door by which we entered they were making pastry for the sultanas; and the chief pastrycook, who knew my guide, invit... ...hich the delicate creatures must inevitably suffer. The good-natured chief pastrycook filled a copper basin with greasy puffs; and, dipping a dubious ... ...e, and it dripped down his beard and fingers. We thanked the smiling chief pastrycook, and rewarded him hand- somely for the tarts. It is something to... ... pleasant. For the meats, we certainly ate them with the Infidel knife and fork; but for the fruit, we put our hands into the dish and flicked them in...

...d sing about the Maypole in Cheapside; we play in the sand, each covering his neighbour up; and times we make mud pastry—oh the lovely mud, it hath no... ...r archan- gel with so right a heart as thine. Wilt ride? Wilt take the wee donkey that’s for my boy, or wilt thou fork thy holy legs over this ill-con...

...in the devil’s despite. Now we are going to have a kind of bitter, clawed, forked female, in vestments over breeches. “How do you like that bundling o... ...ut- ler. T o him she said— ‘See that this man has a good feed of meat, any pastry you have, and a bottle of port wine. He has earned a pipe of tobacco... ... broke a music from the word— about as much music as there is in a tuning —fork, yet it rang and lingered; and he was not the magical musician. Now th... ...hantom for him. ‘Will she be expecting you to answer, Rowsley?’ ‘Will that forked tongue cease hissing!’ he shouted, in the agony of a strong man conv...

...wise private nod of his head, and set them gravely on the left-hand side of his plate—poured himself another imaginary drink—went to work with his kni... .... Hot corn-pone, with chitlings, Peach pie. American mince pie. Southern style. Pumpkin pie. Squash pie. Hot hoe-cake, Southern style. All sorts of Am... ... which vanished out of this life near a thousand years ago, is a more impressive thing than even a ruined castle. Luther’s wedding-ring was shown me; ...

... officer, having apparently waited till he had finished with his knife and fork, was leaning his cheek on his fist, looking at nobody, and quietly hum... ...essed, with diamonds all over him. He sparkled like the Christmas cakes in pastry-cooks” windows. I sang to him, and he made quite a noise about me. B... ...e for a minute. Sit with me.” She pointed to a place beside herself on the fork of a dry log under flowering hawthorn. A pale shadowy blue centre of l... ... from. As when the wriggling eel that has been prodded by the countryman’s fork, finds that no amount of wriggling will release it, to it twists in a ...

...as the Palazzo Poniatowski at Rome, and Messrs. Spillmann, two of the best pastrycooks in Christendom, have their shop on the ground floor): Miss Bunc... ...ling in the stables with the grooms; how he owed ever so much money at the pastry-cook’s and the haberdasher’s; how he used to go to sleep at church; ... ...out before breakfast in the snow! Impossible!’ says the King, sticking his fork into a sausage. ‘My dear, take one. Angelica, won’t you have a saveloy... ...d a napkin. 2. A sugar-basin full of the best loaf-sugar. 4, 6, 8, 10. Two forks, two teaspoons, two knives, and a pair of sugar-tongs, and a butter-k...

... particles of salmon round and round his plate with a piece of bread and a fork, the number of successful attempts being about one in seventeen. ‘Take... ...such dinners usu- ally do. Ever and anon, amidst the clatter of knives and forks, and the hum of conversation, Mr. B. ’s voice might be heard, asking ... ...orrespondence was kept up, between the Misses Crumpton and the Hammersmith pastrycook. The evening came; and then there was such a lacing of stays, an... ...n awning; and then Mr. Percy Noakes bustled down below, and there were the pastrycook’s men, and the steward’s wife, laying out the dinner on two tabl... ...stle and confusion. The time wore on; half-past eight o’clock arrived; the pastry-cook’s men went ashore; the dinner was com- pletely laid out; and Mr... ...hat the quantity of knives on board should be in precise proportion to the forks. ‘Now, is every one on board?’ inquired Mr. Percy Noakes. The committ... ... rounds of beef and a ham going in—clearly for sandwiches; and Thomas, the pastry-cook, says, there have been twelve dozen tarts ordered, besides blan... ... ingenious visitor with the assistance of a pocket-knife and a two-pronged fork, with which the necessary number of holes had been made in the table a... ...imed Ikey, who had been altering the position of a green-handled knife and fork at least a dozen times, in order that he might remain in the room unde...

...y delicate organisation, a currant pincushion which I know will swell into immeasurable dimensions when it has got there; or, I must extort from an ir... ... have The Uncommercial Traveller 53 ‘brought down’ to supper, the old lady unknown, blue with cold, who is setting her teeth on edge with a cool oran... ... replied, ‘ Alexander, I am rather faint; but don’t mind me, I shall be better presently.’ Touched by the femi- nine meekness of this answer, Mr. Graz... ... enclosing a stuffy alcove, from which a ghastly mockery of a marriage-breakfast spread on a rickety table, warned the terrified traveller. An oblong ... ...tner waited twenty minutes for the smoke (for it never came to a fire), twenty-five minutes for the sherry, half an hour for the tablecloth, forty min... ...lower extremities like wooden legs, stick- ing up out of the dish; of its cannibalic boiled mutton, gush- ing horribly among its capers, when carved; ... ...t- ened to overwhelm them, was now in possession of a strong serpent of engine-hose, watchfully lying in wait for the ser- pent Fire, and ready to fly... ...f the hat out with it. This mysterious man was known by his pudding, for on his entering, the man of sleep brought him a pint of hot tea, a small loaf... ...s. Flipfield senior formed an interesting feature in the group, with a blue-veined miniature of the late Mr. Flipfield round her neck, in an oval, res...

...than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork. “Water, for Heaven’s sake, water!” she cried. Mr. Sedley burst out la... ...th’s Crawley, who is repre- sented as the foreground of the picture in his forked beard and armour. Out of his waistcoat, as usual, grows a tree, on t... ...own; and then we’ll have a bit of supper.” Presently the baronet plunged a fork into the saucepan on the fire, and withdrew from the pot a piece of tr... ...ent off to transact his business. In a word, he went out and ate ices at a pastry-cook’s shop in Charing Cross; tried a new coat in Pall Mall; dropped... ...ellars over the way. As for one dozen well- manufactured silver spoons and forks at per oz., and one dozen dessert ditto ditto, there were three young... ...her lift up his head after the failure was on the receipt of the packet of forks and spoons with the young stockbrokers’ love, over which he burst out...

...t me up!’ cried Abdullah, climbing up ZamZammah’s wheel. ‘Thy father was a pastry cook, Thy mother stole the ghi” sang Kim. ‘ All Mussalmans fell off ... ... fell off Zam Zammah too. The Mussalmans pushed them off. Thy father was a pastry cook ’ He stopped; for there shuffled round the corner, from the ro... ...–’ ‘No matter, read.’ ‘“Certain things are not known to those who eat with forks. It is better to eat with both hands for a while. Speak soft words to... ...’ ‘Then all Doing is evil?’ Kim replied, lying out under a big tree at the fork of the Doon road, watching the little ants run over his hand. ‘To abst...

..., a woman would be sure to find it out directly. Yes; I called for it at the pastry cook’s.’ ‘And it weighs I don’t know what — whole hundred weight... ...ture, Was it Gruffs and Tackletons the toymakers then, and Would it call at Pastry cooks for wed ding cakes, and Did its mothers know the boxes when... ... they, John?’ ‘That’s all,’ said John. ‘Why no I ’ laying down his knife and fork, and taking a long breath. ‘I declare — I’ve clean forgotten the old... ...g down to kiss the child; which Tilly Slowboy, now intent upon her knife and fork, had deposited asleep (and strange to say, without damage) in a litt...

...here is to be a wedding this morning at the corner house in the terrace. The pastry cook’s people have been there half a dozen times already; all day... ...bly good dinner, and even the afflicted Mrs. Chop per wields her knife and fork with much of the spirit and elasticity of youth. But Mr. Merrywinkle...

... apprentice- ship, have I gone out to purchase some nicety, I approach the pastry-cook’s, perceive some women at the counter, and imagine they are lau... ...informed that the country people had no bread, replied, “Then let them eat pastry!” Yet even this resource was attended with a difficulty. I some- tim... ...one for this very purpose, running over the whole city, and passing thirty pastry cook’s shops, without daring to enter any one of them. In the first ... ...ore remarkable. When she presented me a plate, I mod- estly put forward my fork to take one of the least bits of what she offered me, which made her g... ...ied. We had but one little and very filthy candle, pewter plates, and iron forks. 292 The Confessions I could have overlooked what passed in secret, ...