The head of one of the regular indoor messengers attached to Tellson's establishment was put
through the door, and the word was given:
"It is a very odd thing that Ribby's pie was NOT in the oven when I put mine in!
She put on a lilac silk gown, for the party, and an embroidered muslin apron and tippet.
Of course, I wanted to put my head forward and take the carriage up with a will, as we had been used to do; but no, I had to pull with my head up now, and that took all the spirit out of me, and the strain came on my back and legs.
Day by day, hole by hole, our bearing reins were shortened, and instead of looking forward with pleasure to having my harness put on, as I used to do, I began to dread it.
If on such a night we could remain behind in the Gardens, as the famous Maimie Mannering did, we might see delicious sights, hundreds of lovely fairies hastening to the ball, the married ones wearing their wedding-rings round their waists, the gentlemen, all in uniform, holding up the ladies' trains, and linkmen running in front carrying winter cherries, which are the fairy-lanterns, the cloakroom where they put
on their silver slippers and get a ticket for their wraps, the flowers streaming up from the Baby Walk to look on, and always welcome because they can lend a pin, the suppertable, with Queen Mab at the head of it, and behind her chair the Lord Chamberlain, who carries a dandelion on which he blows when Her Majesty wants to know the time.
We took and lined her with dough, and set her in the coals, and loaded her up with rag rope, and put
on a dough roof, and shut down the lid, and put
hot embers on top, and stood off five foot, with the long handle, cool and comfortable, and in fifteen minutes she turned out a pie that was a satisfac- tion to look at.
'I was in at him at nine, and he said, "In five minutes," so I put
the steak on the brander, but I've been in thrice since then, and every time he says, "In five minutes," and when I try to take the table-cover off, he presses his elbows hard on it, and growls.
I loved the dim superstition, the propitiatory intent, that had put
the grave there; and still more I loved the spirit that could not carry out the sentence-- the error from the surveyed lines, the clemency of the soft earth roads along which the home-coming wagons rattled after sunset.
153 F: And Homer put
forward the following verses as Lesches gives them:
I pointed out the gateway, put
my arm through his, and we went across.
"What's the matter now?" said she, smartly, as she put
down her cup.