Well, a day or two afterwards, when I returned from drill, Nikifor says to me: 'We oughtn't to have left our tureen with the old lady, I've nothing to serve the soup in.
I asked how it came about that the tureen had been left.
cried a voice from the soup tureen
, and Alice turned again, just in time to see the Queen's broad good-natured face grinning at her for a moment over the edge of the tureen
, before she disappeared into the soup.
My stomach used to quail within me, in those times, when the tureen
was taken off and the inevitable gravy-soup smell renewed its daily acquaintance with my nostrils, and warned me of the persistent eatable formalities that were certain to follow.
Dobbin helped him to it; for the lady of the house, before whom the tureen
was placed, was so ignorant of the contents, that she was going to help Mr.
He seized a tureen
of hot apple sauce (the first thing that came under his gripe) and dashed it full against the speaker's face and neck; who instantly commenced a lament that brought Isabella and Catherine hurrying to the place.
At this moment Bruno appeared, wearing a little white apron to show that he was a Cook, and carrying a tureen
full of very queer-looking soup.
He served the company through the noon meal, although it was all he could do to refrain from capsizing the big tureen
of split-pea soup over the head of Simon Nishikanta.
For dinner we'll have a tureen
of the hottest and strongest soup available, and we'll have the best made-dish that can be recommended, and we'll have a joint (such as a haunch of mutton), and we'll have a goose, or a turkey, or any little stuffed thing of that sort that may happen to be in the bill of fare--in short, we'll have whatever there is on hand.
Whereupon the apoplectic butler whisked off the top of the soup tureen
, and shot, all at once, into a state of violent activity.
There were chased goblets, also, and tureens
, salvers, dinner dishes, and dish covers of gold, or silver gilt, besides chains and other jewels, incalculably rich, though tarnished with the damps of the vault; for, of all the wealth that was irrevocably lost to the man, whether buried in the earth or sunken in the sea, Peter Goldthwaite had found it in this one treasure-place.
Emma Bridgewater Indian Sponge Collection small tureen