And then in a stricken silence they all remembered that the basket with the dinner had been left at the entrance of the cave. Their thoughts dwelt fondly on the slices of cold mutton, the six tomatoes, the bread and butter, the screwed-up paper of salt, the apple turnovers, and the little thick glass that one drank the ginger-beer out of.
E. Nesbit, from The Enchanted Castle, 1907
4 maids a-milking:
Or The Five Children And It. Now if you will only quote from Edward Eager, Half Magic, my joy will be complete:).
Isn't Eager *fine*?
I'll do what I can, re your joy, completion of.
the little thick glass that one drank the ginger-beer out of.
never has a finer sentence ended a preposition with.
{not brave, just secretly ambitious and notsosecretly foolhardy. this whole thing is skurry, 'manda. skurry indeed.)
Oh the days when one kept ones' salt in a screwed up paper.
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