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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Wrong again!" he would cry, sometimes in anguish and sometimes in anger. And there was nothing for it but to apologise. The Dirty Linen Store orderly who declined to accept your plea for forgiveness when you had been obtuse enough to see a fomentation-wringer in a teacloth, could devastate the harmony of a whole forenoon.
As she smiled, looking tender and lovely, in the firelight, the door opened, and Osborn came in, perilously balancing his tray on one hand like a waiter. He meant her to laugh at his dexterity; he felt a first-class drawing-room comedian with his domestic attainments. Over one arm he had slung a brand-new teacloth. He intoned unctuously: "I think I have all you want, madam."
As Marie Kerr stood by the fire in her sitting-room with Osborn's letter in her hand, she awoke fully, as from a dream, to the understanding of what was about to befall her. She was once more, after this year of miraculous growth and power and recovery, to take unto herself her husband. The door opened and the maid came in quietly, a teacloth over her arm, the tray in her hand.
"But you don't have afternoon tea, do you?" asked Marjorie, for Ethel, like herself, was only twelve. "No, but I'm going to use it for a tablecover in my bedroom, and perhaps when I grow older I can use it for a teacloth."
Ethel explained that she asked any one whom she chose to write an autograph on the cloth in pencil, and then afterward she worked them very carefully with red cotton, taking very small stitches that the names might be clear and legible. "But what's it for?" asked King, with a boy's ignorance of such matters. "It's a teacloth," said Ethel, "to cover a tea table, you know."
Probably it is nothing more exciting than a cake or a teacloth which is to be used for the first time. She said that I must come, whatever happened, for it was dreadfully important, but I have really not thought much about what it could be, for I am accustomed to receiving violent summonses which mean nothing at all.
'If it was as horrible as that for Major Wilkinson to look on at what must it have been for those girls? It was Miss Levering speaking. She seemed to have abandoned the hope of being taken for a stroll, and was leaning forward, chin in hand, looking at the fringe of the teacloth. Richard Farnborough glanced at her as if he resented the note of wondering pity in the low tone.
It would be nice for you to make one, for you could get so many names as you go on your trip." "So I could; I'm going to ask mother if I may buy one. Will you go with me, Ethel?" Ethel went gladly, and when the girls showed the teacloth to Mrs. Maynard, she approved of the whole plan, for she wanted Marjorie to become more fond of her needle, and this work would be an incentive to do so.
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