He was too much taken up with that red-headed cat, and he ate nothing when he came to tea on Sunday, although she ransacked the ham-and-beef shop for dainties--black pudding, ham-and-chicken sausage, and brawn set in a mould of appetizing jelly.

She flattered herself she knew her position as hostess and made up for William's sulks by loading the table with her favourite delicacies.

And Chook's healthy stomach recoiled in dismay before these doubtful triumphs of the cookshop.

His mother had been a cook before she married, and, as a shoemaker believes in nothing but leather, she pinned her faith to good cooking.

The family might go without clothes or boots, but they always had enough to eat.