As for Little John and the Tanner, they had by this time eaten every crumb of their bread and
cheese.
Fond as I am of cheese, therefore, I hold that George was right in declining to take any.
I remember a friend of mine, buying a couple of cheeses at Liverpool.
The
cheese we had in use at that time was of purely Dutch extraction.
You take your
cheeses there as it is,' I used to tell them, 'why not take poultry, eggs, vegetables, game, hay and straw, and so forth?
for the great men did not sup with the rest, but had each his own allowance in his study or the fifth-form room), cleaning candlesticks and putting in new candles, toasting cheese, bottling beer, and carrying messages about the house; and Tom, in the first blush of his hero-worship, felt it a high privilege to receive orders from and be the bearer of the supper of old Brooke.
Well, I'm going to have a try," said Tadpole; "it's the last run of the half, and if a fellow gets in at the end big-side stands ale and bread and cheese and a bowl of punch; and the Cock's such a famous place for ale.
The maid appeared surprised (as well she might be) at our speedy return; but Alan had no words to spare for her in explanation, helped me to a chair, called for a tass of brandy with which he fed me in little sips, and then breaking up the bread and cheese helped me to eat it like a nursery-lass; the whole with that grave, concerned, affectionate countenance, that might have imposed upon a judge.
We waited for no second bidding, for bread and cheese is but cold comfort and the puddings smelt excellently well; and while we sat and ate, she took up that same place by the next table, looking on, and thinking, and frowning to herself, and drawing the string of her apron through her hand.
he said, his eyes sparkling significantly as he pushed away the empty rough shells, and drew the
cheese towards him.
The vegetables in the gardens, the milk and
cheese that I saw placed at the windows of some of the cottages, allured my appetite.
Toast his
cheese with 'em and then come back for more.
Sam well knew that he had only to remain quiet, and the women were sure to talk; so he looked alternately at the tin saucepan, the toasted
cheese, the wall, and the ceiling, in profound silence.
Glegg did, if their pastry had a less leathery consistence, and their damson
cheese a less venerable hardness than hers; nay, even the peculiar combination of grocery and druglike odors in Mrs.
And when we came at last to the five thousand
cheeses (canes he made it that day, I remember), my mother burst out crying.
