Frying-pan

My grandmother has an iron frying-pan.

The terrible announcement that the baby had been taken in the act of putting a doll’s frying-pan into his mouth, and was more than suspected of having swallowed a fictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter!

“No, papa, but I expect to do a great deal of fancy cooking myself.” “Oh, you do! Well, then, buy all the contraptions that are necessary, but don’t omit the plain gridirons and frying-pans.”