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A voluminous garment, fold and fold upon itself, but sheer and crisp dimity, even streaming a length of pink ribbon, lay across the bed-edge. Miss Hoag took it up, her hand already slowly and tiredly at the business of unfettering herself of the monstrous red silk. Came a sudden avalanche of knocking and a rattling of door-knob, the voice of Mrs. Bostrum. landlady, high with panic. "Teenie!
"Well, anyway," said Miss Teenie, "she would need the money; ministers have so many claims on them. And they've a position to keep up. Here, of course, they have manses, but in Glasgow they sometimes live in flats. I don't think that's right. ... A minister should always live in a villa, or at least in a 'front door." "Is your minister's bride pretty?" Pamela asked.
"I'll never forget," said Miss Teenie, "once I was staying with a friend of ours, a doctor; his mother and our mother were cousins, you know, and when I looked I was doing my hair at the time I found that the curtain had blown across the gas and was blazing.
His face had unknotted, the turmoil of little lines scattering. "Aw!" he said. "Good old tub, Teenie! Good old Big Tent!" A layer of tears sprang across Miss Hoag's glance and, suddenly gaining rush, ran down over her lashes. She dashed at them. "I'm human, Baron. Maybe you don't know it, but I'm human." "Now what did I do, Teenie?" "It it ain't you, Baron; it it ain't anybody.
It had been all very well to tell their obviously surprised friends where they were going for tea, but when it came to the point she would infinitely have preferred to stay at home. "She'll not likely have any notion of a proper tea," Miss Watson said. "Scraps of thin bread and butter, mebbe, and a cake, so don't you look disappointed Teenie, though I know you like your tea.
The haughty belle would listen to no one, and at the end of act three, now a weeping drudge, she trailed off the stage, with the maudlin owner of the catsup bottles staggering ahead. Then Rosie and Teenie, holding the hands of their two virtuous youths, recited in unison a little verse bearing upon the unwisdom of being a haughty belle and marrying the victim of a catsup bottle.
Just toy with it, you know." "No, I don't know," said Miss Teenie crossly. "I never 'toyed' with my tea yet, and I'm not going to begin. It'll likely be China tea anyway, and I'd as soon drink dish-water." Miss Watson looked bitterly at her sister.
When the news of Jean's fortune broke over Priorsford, tea-parties had no lack of material for conversation. Miss Watson and Miss Teenie, much more excited than Jean herself, ranged gaily round the circle of their acquaintances, drank innumerable cups of tea, and discussed the matter in all its bearings. "Isn't it strange to think of Miss Jean as an heiress?
Miss Hoag billowed into silent laughter. "Little devil! That's six you've sponged off me this week, you little whipper-snapper!" The Baron screwed up into the tightest of grimaces. "Nice Teenie nice old Teenie!" She tossed him a coin from the small saucerful of them on the table beside her. He caught it with the simian agility of his tiny hands. "Nice Teenie! Nice old Teenie!"
It was very confusing at first, but at last they ran their quarry to earth. And this'll be her brother, Quintin Reginald Feurbras what names! Teenie, her mother was an earl's daughter!" "Oh, mercy!" wailed Miss Teenie, quite over-come. "Yes, see here. 6th Earl of Champertoun a Scotch earl too! Lady Ann was her name. Fancy that now!" "And her so pleasant!" said Miss Teenie.
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