I shall make deva#39;lish work to-night in the larder, I promise you. Hard. ... Why really, sir, as for supper I cana#39;t well tell. ... O no, sir, none in the least; yet I dona#39;t know how: our Bridget, the cook-maid, is not very communicative upon these occasions .
|Title||:||The poems and plays of Oliver Goldsmith|