. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . metimes thought I heerd him, and so asthe missus. Bark! exclaimed Chirrup, bark! I believeyou. I never see such a born devil for noise. Why dont you give him a mince-pie or two?demanded Tanks. Hed eat them. Wouldnt he ! said Chirrup. Yes, and thengrowl for more. • Not if you made them right, hinted Tanks. Make em right! ejaculated the pastry-cook. If I make my mince-pies right, eh? You see, said Ta
. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . metimes thought I heerd him, and so asthe missus. Bark! exclaimed Chirrup, bark! I believeyou. I never see such a born devil for noise. Why dont you give him a mince-pie or two?demanded Tanks. Hed eat them. Wouldnt he ! said Chirrup. Yes, and thengrowl for more. • Not if you made them right, hinted Tanks. Make em right! ejaculated the pastry-cook. If I make my mince-pies right, eh? You see, said Tanks, gravely, there s twoways o makin pies : one way for Christians, as isgood customers, and another way for curs, as isrum customers. There is sonic things—as a dogdont bark arter eating them, Mr. Chirrup, would you oblige? said ihe H IS A ROMANCE OF A MINCE-PIE. baker, who having been engaged in a polemicaldiscussion -with certain of the company, had heardnothing of Tankss advice. Too happy, mechanically responded Chirrup,and then, after jerking the bell, he pondered uponthe grocers words and remained in a wrapt state,similar to Macbeths condition after meeting thewitches. CHAPTER HERE are two drug-gists shops in Forty-winks: one of them,an establishmentin the main street,with a splendid pic*ture connected withthe PharmaceuticalCollege in the win-dow ; the other, a dingy little shop, in a secondarylane, faced by the high blank wall of the gardenof the Grange. Into this shop Mr. Chirrup bent his furtive way,the forenoon after the conversation at the Lamb. B2 21) A ROMANCE OF The proprietor was making pills by the help of afluted brass machine, which divided a roll of nastybrown paste into pellets of the requisite size. , sir, and is it you ? said the druggist,You dont mean to say you want physic No, iki, replied Chirrup, hastily: nevertook any since I was a boy, and dont mean to —I—want—the fact is, and Chirrup could nothelp a little hesitation
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