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Updated: June 13, 2025
If you could see that horrid Victorian drawing-room at Miss Severance's you could stand even sticky kitties in a picture. I don't care about the interior decoration as long as Marky's little interior gets decorated decently. But this tea is simply terrible. Orange pekoe!
Four fluffy little Angora balls they were Chin, Chilla, Buffie, and Orange Pekoe, names that explain their color. And Jane, wet nurse and waiting-maid, had to keep as busy as the old woman that lived in a shoe. Jane it was who must look after the infants when Lady Betty wished to leave the house.
"Well, of course, it is all make-believe." "Yes, it is all make-believe," he said, and walked in silence after that. The wind blew cold and they stopped in a pastry shop on Boylston Street and had a cup of tea. Becky ate little cream cakes with fluted crusts, and drank Orange Pekoe.
He might very well be pressed for time to finish an opera say the comic opera Orange Pekoe Orange Pekoe, music by Jimson "this young maëstro, one of the most promising of our recent English school" vigorous entrance of the drums, etc. the whole character of Jimson and his music arose in bulk before the mind of Gideon.
He moved into a tiny office in the Durrett Building, where he appeared every morning about half-past ten to occupy himself with heaven knows what short cuts to wealth, with prospectuses of companies in Mexico or Central America or some other distant place: once, I remember, it was a tea, company in which he tried to interest his friends, to raise in the South a product he maintained would surpass Orange Pekoe.
A delicious odour of tea pervaded the drawing-room, it was orange-flower pekoe, and Mrs. O'Reilly was just handing one of the delicate Crown Derby cups to her visitor, Miss Lena Houghton. "What a shocking thing! Do you really mean it?" exclaimed Miss Houghton. "Thank you, cream but no sugar; don't you know, Mrs. O'Reilly, that it is only Low-Church people who take sugar nowadays?
'And now to work, said he, when he had satisfied his appetite. 'We must leave traces of the wretched man's activity. And he wrote in bold characters: ORANGE PEKOE. Op. 17. J. B. JIMSON. Vocal and p. f. score. 'I suppose they never do begin like this, reflected Gideon; 'but then it's quite out of the question for me to tackle a full score, and Jimson was so unconventional.
I put my little kettle of tea to draw on the hob " "The what?" "The hob," Cicely said severely; "and when I am tired of writing, I refresh myself with a cup of Flowery Pekoe and a biscuit, and then I return to my pen once more." "How much do you usually accomplish in a night?" "Four thousand, five hundred words is my usual limit." "And do your never write during the day?" "Never.
Cleggett bent his head nearer, while Yosh picked up the dog, which violently objected, and asked again: "What is it?" "Orange pekoe, please," the lady murmured, dreamily. And then she sat up with a start, struggled to recover herself, and looked about her wildly. "Where am I?" she cried. "What has happened?" She passed her hand across her brow, frowning. "You fainted, madam," said Cleggett. "Oh!"
'He likes rather nice things to eat, she thought. 'O, I am sure he is quite a delightful man. I wonder if he is as good-looking as Mr Forsyth. Mrs Jimson I don't believe it sounds as nice as Mrs Forsyth; but then "Gideon" is so really odious! And here is some of his music too; this is delightful. Orange Pekoe O, that's what he meant by some kind of tea. And she trilled with laughter.
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