Excerpt from Cakes and Ale at Woodbine: From Twelfth Night to New Year's Day Nothing can be better," I said, taking my favorite position on the rug before the blazing fire on the hearth, - "nothing can be better," I repeated, placing one hand into my waistcoat, and looking mildly around upon my little auditory, "than" - "Children," my wife interrupted me by saying, "close your books, and be attentive; your father is about to give us his usual after-dinner lecture." "Nonsense, my dear," I said; "I was only going to remark" - "Jeannie," my wife broke in, addressing her sister, "will you please hand me that skein of white floss?" "To remark," I repeated, "that nothing can be better than Twelfth Night." "Except Christmas," said my wife. "And New Year's Day, when we receive calls," exclaimed Jeannie. "And Thanksgiving Day," said Emma, our eldest daughter, who has a wholesome tooth in her head for turkeys and tarts. "And Fourth of July," chimed in the boy, who is anxious to become the owner of a pistol. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.