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The next afternoon, Jimmy Wigley brought a big basket of raspberries to the little piazza door. A pitcher of cream vanished from the tea-table just before the gong was struck. Nobody supposed the cat had got it.
We sat peacefully on the thyme and clover-covered maiden, amongst a herd of happily browsing cattle, until our tents were up and the irritating but needful bustle of arrival was over, and the tea-table spread.
Miss Kiametia Grey was having her last Tuesday at home before Holy Week, and the drawing-room of her apartment was hardly large enough to hold all her callers comfortably. She was assisted in receiving by several of her friends, and Kathleen Whitney presided over the tea-table.
She sketched lightly, upon the blank vista down which they walked, the little white house and the tremulous old lady rising from behind her tea-table to greet her with faltering words about "my son's friends," and was on the point of asking Ralph to tell her what she might expect, when he jerked open one of the infinite number of identical wooden doors, and led her up a tiled path to a porch in the Alpine style of architecture.
They had private boxes, which hung from the ceiling and looked like cages for some unclassified bird; and they could go up into those boxes when life at the tea-table became tiresome, and get quite another point of view.
Dick Venner was at the tea-table that evening, as usual. No, he would take green tea, if she pleased, the same that her father drank. It would suit his headache better. Nothing, he was much obliged to her. He would help himself, which he did in a little different way from common, naturally enough, on account of his headache.
With every nerve, vein, and artery throbbing with excitement Ishmael hurried away from the house that contained Claudia. The solitary walk through the thick woods calmed his emotion before he reached Woodside. He found a tidy room, a tempting tea-table, and smiling faces waiting to welcome him.
The note was courteously and kindly worded. "We should be so glad," said the writer, "to show you and Miss Boyce our beautiful woods while they are still at their best, in the way of autumn colour." "How will mamma take it?" thought Marcella anxiously. "There is not a word of papa!" When she entered the drawing-room, she caught her mother standing absently at the tea-table.
A tea-table discussion, at which I once assisted, fell into this: Would any one of us, when it came to the point, change with anybody else, the poor man with the millionaire, the governess with the princess change not only outward circumstances and surroundings, but health and temperament, heart, brain, and soul; so that not one mental or physical particle of one's original self one would retain, save only memory?
"Yes, the first time she shuts me up. And if she doesn't shut me up pretty soon I'll be so bad she'll have to shut me up." "I'll always set a place for you at the tea-table after this, Jims. And when you're not here I'll pretend you are. And when you can't come here write me a letter and bring it when you do come." "Good-bye," said Jims. He took her hand and kissed it.
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