cook

The view it commands of Cook's Court at one end (not to mention a squint into Cursitor Street) and of Coavinses' the sheriff's officer's backyard at the other she regards as a prospect of unequalled beauty.

'Hey, dear man, come and hold the horse!' shouted Nikita to the cook's husband, who was still in the yard.

Hanging over the cook's arm was a loose and crumpled array of evil- looking and sour-smelling garments.

Though Jane Clayton doubted the cook's ability to be of any material service to her, she was nevertheless deeply grateful to him for what he already had done.

When the cook had recovered from her fright she lifted up the fish which had fallen into the ashes, but she found them as black as cinders, and not fit to serve up to the Sultan.

The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.

"And now good Reynold Greenleaf," said the cook, "we may as well settle this brave fight we have in hand."

That reply settled the question of the cook's dismissal--the question which had been pending for months past.

'Now she is good for nothing!' said the Fingers; but they had to hold her tight while the cook dropped some sealing-wax on the needle and stuck it in the front of her dress.

So Robin and his men set out to hunt for her, while Friar Tuck and Much the Miller's son stay to look after the dinner in the poor cook's stead.

A new voice hailed the cook, speaking from one of the bed-places in the side of the hut.