quot;Born in a trunkquot;, trical sups grease-paint  of t it, for  conceived ter soufflé, very cy-five minutes in a medium oven.

    And t soufflé t ever in o make, ordered up by some Frenc of Sir and Madam, me mam pleased as punco fix it for o our  even during t Grouse S y of t tes like s;Pearls before s; my motantly sent ty courses of  up to t t pigs ell you, try s t, only aff wandards.

    For Madam ouc oysters and grapes on ice times a day, due to t of y, il a devilled bone at sundoed up  of spite. O strikes -- terrible!) And as for ters of Grouse, all ted ell  tastes?

    So me mam took great pains ruction of t lobster soufflé, sending to t itself and t alive,  come squeaking piteously cra of t etc. etc. etc. so me mam all a-flutter before sed the eggs.

    t as s over to stir to tter, a pair of ig. t first, it  kitcco put o t as ser meat, diced up, all nice, s tray higher.

    t ed t.

    And as soppling contents of ten egg- o but so muco te dish abandon and:

    quot;to !quot;

    Into t.

    I draw a veil.

    quot;But, mam!quot; I often begged ; man?quot;

    quot;La to ask. I  ;

    But, no. t up like a montgolfier and, as soon as its golden  t tly drao extract t oocaff, some forty-five in number.

    But not quite exemplary. t cer. te  do;;trop de cayenne,quot; and scraped it off e into t; sified smirk. S and alicular about es. S;; in quot;;.

    My mother weeps for shame.

    quot; al -- o improve le ton,quot; menaces tossing me mam a killing look as s t no room for tes ually by tation of a Carême or a Soyer acracks to croquembouche rage.

    quot;For isnt it Alberlin, co t ts uck  fat co broad Yorks of  slippers. . .quot;

    Conceived upon a kitcable, born upon a kitco , far more aptly, my arrival  in table fusillade of copper-bottom kitcympani; and tter of ladle against disurnspit dogs all : quot;Bo;

    It being, as you mige, a good tober, Sir and Madam being in London tains a fine style all by ting in aking of t Boo les to  so fetc, just topping tea-cup up airs as if a Cra started up its woodblocks and xylophones, crash, wallop.

    quot; on earto?quot; elocutes t tones, giving t vicious tug to jerk t of her.

    quot;O; quavers ttle skivvyette. quot;tis nobbut t;

    quot;t;

    Due to my mot;oquot; in quot;obesequot;, and t loyalty and affection to, amid o , since s so relieve my mot due to ted arrival and to get in some mincing and pomaded gent to cter up. Beloairs sately yet none too stable progress due to tea s of o the door.

    a spectacle greets  c,  time. My mot , ly sire kitctitudes of adoration, eacensil and giving out t merry rattle of trulys first lullaby.

    Alas, my cradle song soon peters out in tinkle as t  eye.

    quot;s -- ;

    quot;A bonny boy!quot; croons me mam, planting a smacking kiss on tender fore her pillowing bosom.

    quot;Out of t; cries t;; she adds.

    But  (except my mottack truments ing in unison:

    quot;tcc turn out tc;

    And t rutter;  tself, t, if it did not make me, all t caused me to be made? Not one scullery maid nor ttlest vegetable boy could remember   soufflé morning, every co cut sand so ed to tc to t t gourmet due kept a gourmet valet? Yet lines melt like aspic in t from the range.

    quot;tc;

    tc treated to revive ot of rum in e parlour, for, faced iny amongst ttle valour in  and  to sulk in ent.

    t toys I played ook my batureen in le soup il I could toddle because, as for my crib,  ttle? And ttle oion of nouris, and t kitcs y iny shrine.

    And, indeed, is t somet a great kitcs of soot-darkened stone far above me, al banners t unfurl above tless tive persons on tal vessels dangling from ill needed ing for tion of t of food. And tar, yes, an altar, before wual  upon her upper lip and fire glowing in her cheeks.

    At traiged scrust. I being too little to manage ts me on o c ts me to stamp out tartlets for myself, tears of joy at my precocity trickling doo rouger t, no all stool so I can reaco stir t goes round and round and round me tucks it in at t else I trip over it  into my own e.