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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I remember that was the name of the gentleman who hired the place, and was robbed." "Robbed!" said Mr. Hobbs, falling back and relocking the gate "and the new tea-pot just come home," he muttered inly. "Come, be off, child be off; we know nothing of your Mr. Butlers."
A block down Harpoon Street they saw a sign, light-encircled, tea-pot shaped, hung out from a great elm. Without explanations they turned toward it. They passed a mansion of those proud old days when whalers and China traders and West-Indiamen brought home gold and blacks, Cashmere shawls and sweet sandalwood, Malay oaths and the jawbones of whales.
The silver tea-pot, the hissing urn, the spoons, the pictures in their frames, every article of furniture caught my wondering eye, and for a short time I had forgotten my father and my mother; but I was recalled from my musing speculations by the proprietor inquiring how far I had brought the lighter without assistance. "Have you any friends, my poor boy?" inquired the lady. "No."
In the twilight, near the lodge of a favourite old nurse of Dermot's, we encountered all the younger gentlemen, and not only did Viola drag her brother in but Harold also, to show to whom was owing the arrival of her wonderful tea-pot cozy. The good woman was just going to make her tea.
A nickel tea-pot and a solitary tumbler stood on the table with its white cloth falling in straight folds. The ticking of the clock sounded monotonously. "She does not deceive, nor betray, nor leave me," he thought; "but she is strange, strange and a mother!"
"Bress de Lord! bress de Lord fur savin' ye!" she ejaculated, fervently, as she bent down over her tea-pot which was spouting odorous jets of steam from its place on the hearth; "'pears like dar wouldn't be nuffin left in dis ole house ef de sea had swallered ye, Mas'r Noll. Don't ye t'ank de Lord?" she asked, peering up into the boy's sober face.
They chose some common cups and saucers and plates; a yellow pitcher, a sugar bowl and one or two dishes; half a dozen knives and forks and spoons. It was difficult to stop in their purchases, for the poor friends they were thinking of had nothing. So a tin tea-pot was added to the list. "O David!" Matilda exclaimed again "we ought to have some soap." "I dare say," said David dryly.
"What made you so late?" asked Miss Fortune of Ellen. "I don't know, Maam I believe Mr. Van Brunt said the blacksmith had kept him." Miss Fortune bustled about a few minutes in silence, setting some things on the table, and filling the tea-pot. "Come," she said to Ellen, "take off your coat and come to the table. You must be hungry by this time.
You are a brimstone pig. You're a head of swine!" Judy, not interested in what she has often heard, begins to collect in a basin various tributary streams of tea, from the bottoms of cups and saucers and from the bottom of the tea-pot for the little charwoman's evening meal.
It was a point of honour with them all that the young man should have his money's worth while under their roof, and above all, should have his meals in comfort. The cup which Bessie had poured out for him stood cold and untasted by his side. Deleah took it from him. Certainly he should not have the dregs of the tea-pot; she would brew a fresh pot for him. "I beg you will not trouble, Miss Deleah.
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