Mrs. Caudle's Curtain Lectures by Douglas William Jerrold
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Now, love, if she was only living with us--come, you're not asleep,
Caudle--if she was only living with us, you could have marrow puddings every day. Now, don't fling yourself about and begin to swear at marrow puddings; you know you like 'em, dear. "What a hand, too, dear mother has for a pie crust! But it's born with some people. What do you say? "WHY WASN'T IT BORN WITH ME? "Now, Caudle, that's cruel--unfeeling of you; I wouldn't have uttered such a reproach to you for the whole world. Consider, dear; people can't be born as they like. "How often, too, have you wanted to brew at home! And I never could learn anything about brewing. But, ha! what ale dear mother makes! "YOU NEVER TASTED IT? "No, I know that. But I recollect the ale we used to have at home: and father would never drink wine after it. The best sherry was nothing like it. "YOU DARE SAY NOT? "No; it wasn't indeed, Caudle. Then, if dear mother was only with us, what money we should save in beer! And then you might always have your own nice pure, good, wholesome ale, Caudle; and what good it would do you! For you're not strong, Caudle. |
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