The cook has eight moulds in working order at once.

When the eighth is filled from the pail of batter at his side, the first is done; and so on, ceaselessly, all day and half the night, like a natural law.
A woman stands by to spread butter and sugar, and the plate is whisked away in a moment.

The Americans boast of their quick lunches; but I am convinced that they borrowed celerity in cooking and serving from some Knickerbocker deviser of poffertjes and wafelen in the early days of New York.

I wonder that Washington Irving omitted to say so..