New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-12-16

cakes s Su Ve had DECIDED upon going to
sse r1 h RHe ay9 told us story
about giant who had big bed made Of ch0co.
sakes " blankets i made Of iess ow we envsd
that giantD At last the GROWER, stopped in front
us all out so carefully and heading the small pro-
cession he opened the glass door of the palace OF
cakes.
''Oh, what delicious tarts!' exclaimed Mr.. Thack-
eaks dsaed 20 on b table, IN he OF centre Of the
oh wish that I had as many stomachs the
camel; remarked my brother; would l not then
How nice to be always hungry. and always to
have as many tarts as one can eat" (my exclama-
Mr.. Thackerayss spectacles twnkled with fun.
Eat as many as you can digest" he said; 81 am
going to make purchase. few doors off," He
The person who sat at the counter (how happy she
must be- for she could eat cakes and bonbons all
She was evidently counting how many cakes we
deyoured And we did devour great many. espe.
many stomachs as the camel
When Mr. Thackeray reappeared in the shop. our
cream: ] remember that he pulled large red silk
the cab, we beggel Mr. Thsckeray to finish the
An poor giant exclaimed Mr. Thackeray twip-
ing his spectaces, as II he were shedding tears).
after he had licked up he whole Of his chocolate
blankets made OF 1elles). ne roarcd with pain, he
had such a fearful indigestion, but, continued Mr..
Thdckeray Opening d pao"r parcel, he had
dose of this medicine, = bottle Of fluid magnesla
Il bought this the chemists in you have
eaten too many tarts, like the poor giant
When the cab stopped at our door, Mr.. Thack-
cray handed the magnesla 10 Refine. and him
slip coin in her hand. and from that 'eventful
day the soup dsliked never again made ts
appearance.
Another little Thackeray incident. which recan
with a mixture of amusement and humilia ton:
| went one afternoon with my mother 10 pay a
visit to Mrs Carmichael Smythe (Mr. Tnackerayo
aged mother) listened for some minutes to the
conversation which took place In the draw.ng-room
but, getting intensely bored. ! made my way out
to the dining room The cloth laid and In a
OF the table "A little dish filled with long
vermiliOn PODS had never seen them before:
they fascinat ted and puzzled me- were they good 70
eat. wondered. An Irresistible impulse seized me. I
would just one. what 1t like. !
picked one-put II in mouth. Oh, how IL burned.
| going TO spit II out, when 10 my utter dis
may | saw Mr.. Thackeray looking at me. with .
picture Of woe.
"A chill in her poor little mouth" he exclaimed.
How IT must burn. Very funny. very funny" no
kept murmurlng
II a moment for me. There stood
before him. my cheeks bulging out, tears OF pain
in my eyes IL getting unbearabe.
Evidently Mr.. Thackeray felt sorry for me; no
left the room then coughei up and got rid OF tho
demoniacai pickle. No. never again would taste
OF the forbidden fruit Mr.. Thackeray returned
paper. He had sketchei me with the chill in my
mouth The grimace. the bulsing-out cheeks were
admirably rendered that laughed heartily; but
I begged Mr. Thackeray not 10 tell any one. espe-
cially his mother. that had tasted the chill.
He promised saying: 1T will be our little secret
Except and then mmicking the grimace had
made when burned by the Indian product Nj.
Thackeray kept his word