“Castor oil!” shrieks Mrs. Jones.
“Castor oil!” shudders Mrs. Robinson.
“O-o-o-o! how nasty!”
“But how came it there?” asks Mrs. Brown.
“We’ll tell you that, too—”
The Major’s famous cow Strawberry-cream’s calf was ill, and they had tapped a pint of fine “cold-drawn” for it, which Monsieur Jean Rougier happening to upset, just mopped it up with his napkin, and chucking it away, it was speedily adopted by the hind’s little girl in charge of the plates and dishes, who imparted a most liberal castor oil flavour to everything she touched.
And that entertainment is now known by the name of the “Castor Oil Dinner.”