Jearje, who held it with one hand and sipped,
while he turned with the other; his bread and cheese he ate in like
manner, he could not wait till he had finished the churning.

"Verily, man is made up of impatience," said the angel Gabriel in the
Koran, as you no doubt remember; Adam was made of clay (who was the
sculptor's ghost that modelled him?) and when the breath of life was
breathed into him, he rose on his arm and began to eat before his lower
limbs were yet vivified. This is a fact. "Verily, man is made up of
impatience." As the angel had never had a stomach or anything to sit
upon, as the French say, he need not have made so unkind a remark; if he
had had a stomach and a digestion like Bill Nye and Jearje, it is
certain he would never have wanted to be an angel.

Next, there were four cottage children now in the court, waiting for
scraps.

Mrs. Iden, bustling to and fro like a whirlwind, swept the poor little
things into the kitchen and filled two baskets for them with slices of
bread and butter, squares of cheese, a beef bone, half a rabbit, a dish
of cold potatoes, two bottles of beer from the barrel, odds and ends,
and so swept them off again in a jiffy.

Mrs. Iden! Mrs. Iden! you ought to be ashamed of yourself, that is not
the way to feed the poor. What _could_ you be thinking of, you ignorant
farmer's wife!

You should go to London, Mrs. Iden, and join a Committee with duchesses
and earlesses, and wives of rich City tradesfolk; much more important
these than the duchesses, they will teach you manners. They will teach
you how to feed the poor with the help of the Rev. Joseph Speechify, and
the scientific Dr. Amoeba Bacillus; Joe has Providence at his fingers'
ends, and guides it in the right way; Bacillus knows everything to a
particle; with Providence and Science together they _must_ do it
properly.

The scientific dinner for the poor must be composed of the principles of
food in the right proportion: (1) Albuminates, (2) Hydro-Carbons, (3)
Carbo-hydrates. Something juicy coming now!

The scientific dinner consists of haricot beans, or lentil soup, or
oatmeal porridge, or vegetable pot-bouilli; say twopence a quart. They
can get all the proteids out of that, and lift the requisite foot-tons.

No wasteful bread and butter, no scandalous cheese, no abominable beef
bone, no wretched rabbit, no prodigal potatoes, above all, No immoral
ale!

There, Mrs. Iden.

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