"Crock" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... nearby there's a sink With everybody's cup. There's a rope and there's a slide Zzzip! but there's a slide. There are shelves and shelves and shelves With colored silk and beads, With paper and with crayons, And a great big crock with clay. And the're blocks and blocks and blocks And blocks and blocks and blocks And the're horses there and wagons And cows and dogs and sheep, And men and women, boys and girls With clothes upon them too. And then the're cars to make a train With engine and caboose.[B] ...
— Here and Now Story Book - Two- to seven-year-olds • Lucy Sprague Mitchell
... for sheer idle joy Of their mad bathing-revel. Then the crow With full voice, good-for-naught, inviting rain, Stalks on the dry sand mateless and alone. Nor e'en the maids, that card their nightly task, Know not the storm-sign, when in blazing crock They see the lamp-oil sputtering with a growth Of mouldy snuff-clots. So too, after rain, Sunshine and open skies thou mayst forecast, And learn by tokens sure, for then nor dimmed Appear the stars' keen edges, nor the moon As borrowing of her brother's ...
— The Georgics • Virgil
... to yer, guvnor!" he shouted out, in valedictory fashion. "'Ope I meets yer again when I've an old crock on the go." ...
— The Evil Shepherd • E. Phillips Oppenheim
... 'Forty-niner,' Jessie darlin, and be happy. We're all mighty comfortable in here and lots of good victuals, if so be we get hungry. Plenty to drink, too, for I just brought in a crock of fresh water to cool my eggs in. I've got my knittin' work and am as happy as an oyster. Go back, for I ain't ready to talk yet. When I am I'll come out and bring these naughty children ...
— Jessica, the Heiress • Evelyn Raymond
... good o' foolish tunes, the moilin' folks 'ud say, It's better teach the children work an' get the crock o' gold; Thin sorra take their wisdom whin it makes them sad an' gray,— A man is fitter have a song that never lets him old. A stave of "Gillan's Apples" or a snatch of "Come Along With Me" Will warm the cockles o' your heart, ...
— Ballads of Peace in War • Michael Earls
... to an end, the three heads separated and the three chairs were pushed back, grating harshly. Levi rose, went to the closet and brought thence a bottle of Hiram's apple brandy, as coolly as though it belonged to himself. He set three tumblers and a crock of water upon the table and ...
— Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates • Howard I. Pyle
... the things I've cared for. I'm tired of it. I was sick of it by the time I was ten years old, sick of always getting ill or smashed up; and that's gone on ever since, and people have always thought, I know, 'Oh, it's only him, he never minds anything, he doesn't count, he's just a crock, and his only use is to play the fool for us.' But I did mind; I did. And I only played the fool because it would have been drearier still not to, and because there was always something amusing left ...
— The Lee Shore • Rose Macaulay
... in a large stone crock in the cellar, and while she filled the glasses, Molly heard the voice of old Adam droning on above the chirping of ...
— The Miller Of Old Church • Ellen Glasgow
... him, then rising suddenly he sat himself on the arm of his father's chair, threw his arm around his shoulder and said, "Dear old dad! Good old boy you are, too. Good stuff! What would I have been but for you? A puny, puling, wretched little crock, afraid of anything that could spit at me. Do you remember the old gander? I was near my eternal ...
— The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land • Ralph Connor
... sizes. They are cast iron like the bottom of a cook stove on the under side, but atop they are polished so they shine somethin' beautiful. You can get them in a solid piece, or with a hole in the centre about the size of a milk crock to set flowers through. They come ten to the grave, an' they are mighty stylish lookin' things. I have been savin' all I could skimp from butter, an' eggs, to get Samantha a organ; but says I to her: 'You are gettin' ...
— Laddie • Gene Stratton Porter
... leavin' Pete on deck, an' was fast asleep; when all of a suddent a great jolt sent me flyin' out o' the berth. As soon as I got my legs an' wits again I was up on deck, and already the barque was settlin' by the head like a burst crock. She'd crushed her breastbone in on a sunken tramp of a derelict—a dismasted water-logged lump, that maybe had been washin' about the Atlantic for twenty year' an' more before her app'inted time came to drift across our fair-way an' settle the hash o' the John S. Hancock. Sir, I reckon ...
— The Delectable Duchy • Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... blooming, and beyond them the eye rests on the slope of Sharpitor and the distant ridge of Sheepstor. The fireplace, which faces the window, is deep and capacious, and floored with granite slabs. On these burns a fire of glowing peat, and over the fire hangs a crock of milk in process of scalding. In the ingle behind it sits the relator of this story, drying his knees after a Dartmoor shower. From his seat he can look up the wide chimney and see, beyond the smoke, the sky, and that it ...
— Corporal Sam and Other Stories • A. T. Quiller-Couch
... her mind she heard the quarter-past six chime out in the tower. She stood still on the path. What had happened? Perhaps Robin had fallen off Jane and hurt himself, or perhaps there had been an accident when they were driving home. Harrington's horse was probably a crock. He might have fallen down. The dogcart was a ...
— In the Wilderness • Robert Hichens
... out on the scoot. The artful Old Hand! Hope he'll like what he looks on! He slated this nag as a peacocky brute, Whose utter collapse they've been building their books on. How now, my spry veteran? Only a boy On a three-legged crock? Well, I own you are older, And watching your riding's a thing to enjoy; There isn't a Jock who is defter and bolder; Your power, authority, eloquence—yes, For your gift of the gab is a caution—are splendid; But—the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 102, June 4, 1892 • Various
... a town, my dear, it is called the Farm," said the Dame, putting the finished rolls of butter in a brown crock; "there is ...
— In the Border Country • Josephine Daskam Bacon
... get at the reason why human beings had digged it. While the crows were pottering around down there, a mass of gravel fell from one side. They rushed up to it, and had the good fortune to find amongst the fallen stones and stubble—a large earthen crock, which was locked with a wooden clasp! Naturally they wanted to know if there was anything in it, and they tried both to peck holes in the crock, and to bend up the clasp, but ...
— The Wonderful Adventures of Nils • Selma Lagerlof
... "I've managed to crock one of my lungs somehow, but they say I've got a chance if I go straight out to Davos for six months. Ask the guv'nor if he'll let me have some money. I shall want it badly. My wife and the kid will go to her people. You might run across and ...
— The Dark Tower • Phyllis Bottome
... I've got eyes in the back of my head? Underneath the seat, beside the salt-box, on the right near the wee crock in the left hand corner. (He makes a movement to open one of the drawers of ...
— The Drone - A Play in Three Acts • Rutherford Mayne
... he said, "in the hands of the house-wife comes the crock by its fatal flaw: An hundred earls shall slay me, or the fleeing night-thief's shaft, The sickness that wasteth cities, or the unstrained summer draught: Now as mighty shall be King Atli and the gathered Eastland force As the fly in the ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
... crock—trotter," scorned the true riding jockey. "Probably old Tim Westmore is hanging around, too. He's ...
— The Killer • Stewart Edward White
... I've got.' You'd think he was crazy, wouldn't you? And as for Mrs. Lynde being a busybody, perhaps she is. But did you tell her she had a very kind heart and always helped the poor, and never said a word when Timothy Cotton stole a crock of butter out of her dairy and told his wife he'd bought it from her? Mrs. Cotton cast it up to her the next time they met that it tasted of turnips and Mrs. Lynde just said she was sorry it had turned out ...
— Anne Of Avonlea • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... is a crock of gold for whoever finds it," he said, and he hastened toward it. Stooping down, he placed his hands upon a thing of gold lying on the white snow. It was a cloak of golden tissue, curiously wrought with stars, and wrapped in many folds. There was no gold in ...
— Tell Me Another Story - The Book of Story Programs • Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
... started on the trail that wound about the cliffs, and Mrs. Brewster went indoors to cook some old-fashioned doughnuts—a large stone crock of which was always kept ...
— Polly of Pebbly Pit • Lillian Elizabeth Roy
... heretics, infidels, and the like? They're, after all, only the cinders picked up out of those heaps of ashes round the stumps of the old stakes where they used to burn men, women, and children for not thinking just like other folks. They 'll 'crock' your fingers, but they ...
— The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (The Physician and Poet not the Jurist)
... that they are played out. They've no vitality left in them. Out of about 300 men there are seventy sick, mostly with trifling stomach or feverish attacks or sores, which a robust man would get over in two days; but it takes them a fortnight, and then a week or two afterwards they crock up again. One notices the same in their manner. They are listless and when off duty just lie about. When I see men bathing or larking it is generally some of our drafts. I hope the cold weather will brace them up a bit. I do wish I had more gifts in the entertaining line, though of course ...
— Letters from Mesopotamia • Robert Palmer
... he struck the hard forest. Here there was no trail at all, only spreading outcrop of crock under ...
— The Flaming Jewel • Robert Chambers
... while, the meal done and crock and pannikin washed and set aside, Beltane's leg is bathed and dressed right skilfully with hands, for all their strength and hardness, wondrous light and gentle. Thereafter, stretched upon his bed of heather, Beltane watches Black Roger ...
— Beltane The Smith • Jeffery Farnol
... herself is saying, you to be quitting the world as it seems, it is as good for you make over to her your crock of gold. ...
— New Irish Comedies • Lady Augusta Gregory
... wakened. "Why, how nicely you have got breakfast!" she said; "but here's only one cup and plate! Get another for yourself—you shall have it with me;" and as Maggie hastened, delighted, to do her bidding, she added, "Bring a jar of marmalade from the second shelf, and look for some crullers in a stone crock." ...
— Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic • Olive Thorne Miller
... crock full," dimpled Rosemary. "That was what made me think of doing it. We'll come home from school and get the big tin pail with the lid and a pan of doughnuts. But I can't carry ...
— Rosemary • Josephine Lawrence
... you come a cropper Over that dark, dim pile, where shall we be? Pest! I can hardly see An inch before my nose—not to say clearly. Hold him up, H-RC-RT! He was down then, nearly, Our crook-knee'd "crock." Seems going very queerly, Although so short a time out of the stable. Quiet him, WILLIAM, quiet him!—if you're able. This is no spot for him to fall. I dread The need—just here—of "sitting on his head." Cutting the traces Will leave us dead-lock'd, here ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, VOL. 103, November 26, 1892 • Various
... big skilletful of it, and some eggs along with it, and fetch up a crock of sweet milk, and stir it up cream ...
— The Bondboy • George W. (George Washington) Ogden
... who your friend is," Clive would jeer from the stoep. "You keep him under your own hat. But don't come here expecting to swop a beautiful mule that cost me 20 pounds for that skew-eyed crock that will go thin as a rake after three weeks on the sour veld, a 10 pound note thrown in, and taking me for a fool into the bargain. Your horse is worth 15 pounds, ...
— Blue Aloes - Stories of South Africa • Cynthia Stockley
... of God's dust!) And many an elfin byway You put your trust,— A crock and a table, Love's end of day, And light of a storied stable Where ...
— Perpetual Light • William Rose Benet
... cold tongue for her dinner, Ann had told her, and a clear soup, if she liked to heat it. She might cook vegetables if she chose. And there was the best of tea to be made out of the china caddy, and rich cake in the parlor crock. After one such glad deliberation, she caught her sewing guiltily up from her lap and began to set compensating stitches. But even then her conscience slept unstirred. Old lady Knowles was in no hurry for the work, she knew, and she would make ...
— Country Neighbors • Alice Brown
... a well glazed earthen crock; metallic vessels are not good, as the gelatine burns too easily on the sides, and dries out where it gets too hot. Nor is a water bath to be recommended for dissolving the gelatine, for the sides get too hot and dry out ...
— Scientific American Supplement, No. 392, July 7, 1883 • Various
... making him feel schoolboyish again. She looked so capable and so assured, standing outside the byre-door, with a small crock in her hands, that he felt that she was many years older than he was, that she knew far more than he could hope to ...
— Changing Winds - A Novel • St. John G. Ervine
... small cucumbers into thin slices; put in earthen crock in layers with salt for four hours; drain off liquor and mix with three pints of sliced onions, three ounces white mustard seed, three ounces celery seed, three ounces of ground white pepper. Dissolve small lump alum in ...
— Stevenson Memorial Cook Book • Various
... a sleepy old crock," Belmont continued, "but I have absolute confidence in the promptness and decision of my wife. She would insist upon an immediate alarm being given. Suppose they started back at two-thirty, they should be at Halfa by three, since the ...
— The Tragedy of The Korosko • Arthur Conan Doyle
... earthen crock to Timid Hare, she turned to her own work—that of making dye out of the clay she had got ...
— Timid Hare • Mary Hazelton Wade
... the work was recommenced. During the night the fire had crept in again, from the surrounding mass; but there were plenty of hands now, and in an hour it was again extinguished. The hearthstone was soon cleared and raised, and Martin brought out a crock, in which ...
— No Surrender! - A Tale of the Rising in La Vendee • G. A. Henty
... so a whole crock of milk wouldn't help it, and if brother Tip'd been home, Ma Padgett wouldn't let you ...
— Old Caravan Days • Mary Hartwell Catherwood
... jar," said Aunt Esmerelda, pointing to a big crock on the pantry shelf. "Whenevah yo's ...
— The Cat in Grandfather's House • Carl Henry Grabo
... enjoy herself at that hearth that she could not help it. A savoury mess from the great caldron that was for ever stewing over the fire was at once fished out for her, before she was allowed to explain herself; and as she ate with the carved spoon and from the earthenware crock that had been called Mademoiselle's ever since her baby-days, Perrine chafed and warmed her feet, fondled her, and assured her, as if she were still their spoiled child, that they ...
— The Chaplet of Pearls • Charlotte M. Yonge
... honestly and openly that there is not a better gentleman alive this day than he is. Himself, his son, and daughter* are loved and honored by all that know them; and woe betide the man that 'ud dare to crock (crook) his ...
— The Evil Eye; Or, The Black Spector - The Works of William Carleton, Volume One • William Carleton
... is a rich dark fruit cake, which is at its best only when made months in advance and kept in a stone crock well covered. This is ...
— The Etiquette of To-day • Edith B. Ordway
... the same, sonny," said Barney Bill, holding up his knife, which supported a morsel of cheese. "Old. Rheumaticky. Got to live in a 'ouse when it rains—me who never keered whether I was baked to a cinder or wet through! I ain't a pagan no more. I'm a crock." ...
— The Fortunate Youth • William J. Locke
... into a farmhouse kitchen on a baking day, and seen the great crock of dough set by the fire to rise? If you have, and if you were at that time still young enough to be interested in everything you saw, you will remember that you found yourself quite unable to resist the temptation to poke your finger into the soft round of ...
— The Railway Children • E. Nesbit
... basin, and while he went to the dog she ran tiptoeing to the dining-room china closet and brought a cut-glass tumbler, as heavy, as ungainly as a stone crock. This she ...
— Miss Lulu Bett • Zona Gale |
