"Malted" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... malted milk. Perhaps one cup of coffee a day, not too strong, with plenty of cream. Weak tea with cream ...
— The Art of Stage Dancing - The Story of a Beautiful and Profitable Profession • Ned Wayburn
... "Not tea; but malted milk, in these latter days," she said, laughing. "But I am about to retire from your case. May I introduce your new ...
— On the Firing Line • Anna Chapin Ray and Hamilton Brock Fuller
... a loon!" he confided cordially. "Great Scott! If you can work up a condition like this on coffee,—what would you do on," he hesitated grimly, "malted milk?" As unheralded as his amusement, gross irritability overtook him again. "Will—you—stop—rattling that brown paper?" ...
— The White Linen Nurse • Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
... Farmer, when he sends five Quarters of Barley to be Malted, puts in half a Peck or more of Oats amongst them, to prove he has justice done him by the Maker, who is hereby confin'd not to Change his Malt by reason others won't like such ...
— The London and Country Brewer • Anonymous
... continually increasing stream of fresh arrivals; and the brewery was intended to serve as a means of agreeably surprising the new-comers with a welcome draught of a familiar beverage with which most of them would be sorry to dispense. As soon as the barley was cut and threshed, it was malted. Our gardeners had grown hops of very acceptable quality on the sides of the Kenia foot-hills; and soon a cool cellar, made by utilising some natural caverns, was filled with casks of ...
— Freeland - A Social Anticipation • Theodor Hertzka
... lived at, and so get it that way. I bode at Upper Longpuddle across there" (nodding to the north) "till I were eleven. I bode seven at Kingsbere" (nodding to the east) "where I took to malting. I went therefrom to Norcombe, and malted there two-and-twenty years, and-two-and-twenty years I was there turnip-hoeing and harvesting. Ah, I knowed that old place, Norcombe, years afore you were thought of, Master Oak" (Oak smiled sincere belief in the fact). "Then I malted at Durnover ...
— Far from the Madding Crowd • Thomas Hardy |
