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He took down "Thoughts on the Universe," and got so much interested, reading on page after page, that he did not hear the little tea-bell, and Susan Posey volunteered to run up to his study and call him down to tea. Miss Suzan Posey knocked timidly at his door and informed him that tea was waiting. He rather liked Susan Posey.
Oh, I suppose it's to show good-will. Folks generally do at such times. But I'll ring the tea-bell, and that'll scare some of them home may be. Some of them'll have to wait till the second table, if they all stay, that's one thing. And I hope they'll think they've heard enough to pay them before they go." They did not hear very much, certainly.
"I know you were about to plead haste; but there is the tea-bell now, so you will not be delayed; for you have to take time for your meals." "Then I accept," he said, "rejoicing in the opportunity to spend a little longer time in your very pleasant society." "Here are a few of the unpleasantest words that ever blotted paper."
It was getting da-a-rk so she could hardly see the path. Then all at once she saw a bright light ahead of her. It got brighter and brighter and it came from a little cabin in the woods." And in the happy land of 'make believe' Anne roamed until the tea-bell called her back to the real world. Where, meanwhile, were Anne's old friends, Miss Drayton and Pat?
Even the boulders down there, that old Godden thought had been washed up by the Flood, never showed you what queer shapes they had, and let you feel close to them, unless you were thinking of nothing else. Sylvia, after all, was better in that way than he had expected. Through the leaves there came the faint far tinkle of the tea-bell. She said: "We must get down."
Better still, I can laughingly allude to my own prior claim suggest that I feel hurt at being distanced and left out in the cold by that demure little younger sister of mine! Oh, yes!" exclaimed Cornelia, clapping her hands together, "that will cap the climax; what fun!" Here the tea-bell rang. Cornelia put her hand on the door-handle.
"You will become a proficient chemist, converting the substance of my remarks to airy nothings through your gospel-retorts." "Oh, I understand your optics as well. You like to see other folks; taking the bitters is another thing. The tea-bell is a tocsin." "Pshaw! You don't care to see any one! But shall there be no more cakes and ale? Haven't you any sympathy for a sweet tooth?" "None at all."
I always knew that I should like a girl to look after, and this seems a dear child, Benjamin. I'm sure I shall be fond of her." The tea-bell rang in the midst of the unpacking; but, as Mrs. Joyce observed, they had the rest of the week before them, and it didn't matter a bit; so she hurried Eyebright downstairs, and into a cheerful dining-room.
But there is the tea-bell, and my little traveller is hungry, for she would not eat on the train and I tempted her with fruit and crackers." "Aunt Prue, I like it here. May I see up stairs, too?" "You must see the supper table first. And then Marjorie may show you everything while I write to Uncle John, to tell him that our little bird has found her nest."
The sound of the tea-bell prevented further mischief; and as Henderson thrust his arm through Walter's, he said, "Oh, Evson, I wish you hadn't done that! I wish I'd got you to come away before. What a passionate fellow you are!" "Well, it's done now," said Walter, already beginning to soften, and to repent of his fatuity. "What can we do?" said Henderson anxiously.
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