Missus Cratchit's Pudding

When the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth, murmur of delight arose all round the board. And even tiny tim, excited by the two young cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife and feebly cried, hurrah. There never was such a goose. Cooked its tenderness and flavor, size and cheapness were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple sauce and mashed potatoes, it a sufficient dinner for the whole family. Indeed, as missus cratchit said with great delight, surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish, they hadn't ate it all at last, yet. Every one had had