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Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Girl / Sister of that Idle Fellow.""

Chapter 4 ON AFTERNOON TEA.

Word Count: 2508    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

iend, Tea, doe

apors which t

palace of th

deny it, it is as necessary

deal better after you have had a cup. But it is a stimulant, the effect of which does not last very long, and all the while it is ruining

makes you sympathize with the inebriates, if it does nothing else; and I am afraid it does nothing else with me. In spite of the warning,

and now most of them take it as regularly as they stream out of the trains on Saturday afternoons with pink papers under th

edingly unfair, for we have no equivalent for the fragrant weed. Still I agree with the men in a way, for nothing looks worse than a

st found it in a corner of a cupboard where it had lain for years and years. But oh, the strength of that cigarette! It took me hours to get through, for it would not draw a b

nfluences besides destroying the digestion. I think that afternoon tea is t

ng exc

remble at thy

adful to the

ions on thy b

ighty names that

of characte

alters' dail

their fingers' ends, and in a quarter of an hour have picked everyone of their

njoy it, though I should never do so outside my own family; thus my words never come round to their ear

ch person plays one, he who plays the ugliest portrait taking the trick. The more hideous the photograph, the greater its value as a trump! I have played the game with a man who always keeps his brother to the end, and then brings him out with enormo

de almost unrecognizable in their progress) you make an enemy for life. At least, this is so as a rule. Personally, I never care what people say against me, so long as it is not true. But if they only keep to the truth, t

fact. We know we show our teeth too much when we laugh and talk. It was impossible to disclaim such a statement. If he had said that we squinted, not a syllable would have been pronounced against him. Our eyes are all exceptionally good, and would bear a

nces Mrs. Grundy obliges you to undergo. I dislike them immensely, and always get out of them if possible. I hope servants do no

time. They all have different days! This may seem slightly impossible; but it is not indeed. While one lady's house is open to vis

t of the lady's second cousin's daughter, and you have immediately to clothe your countenance in a sober garb. You must look grieved, and all the while not caring one straw if the cousin's daughter has fits or gets insane, or an

r eyes, as if the subject were too sacred to approach. But such tears are kept for the purpose. They come at their bidding, and fall as natur

"loathed melancholy" outwardly; inwardly, glowing with pride; while all her neighbors stand outside their doors, literally consumed with jealousy at her good fortune! And then the terrible moment of her return, when you are obliged, whether you will or not, to listen to the whole account, the descr

hey are young, all the conquests of her daughters if they are old. The sisters, to prevent the accusation of vanity, do not praise themselves, but a

hey wisely avoid the drawing-room; and if you ever do meet one, he is sure to be a very mi

a dreadful specimen! A large head, a bland smile,

slip of the tongue, and I brought it to his notice kindly, bu

rder, and added, in quick little tones, "T

o not bite,

ise at my ignorance

ion that two pairs of goloshes apiece would answer the purpose admirably, bes

and went and sat by himself at the tea table. I could not very well see what he was doing, for his back was turned; howbeit it was a very eloq

s to confess it at once, to tell the tale yourself. It sounds very different from your lips than from those of your dear

that just as it comes off the sheep's back?" I asked, unthinkingly. If a thunderbolt had fallen in our midst the guide could not have been more astonished. "Cotton, Miss!" he said, with grave surprise,

lock meal. Somehow, you always connect the two. Afternoon te

l, and have come to the conclusion that the last kind is the worst. How rarely do you meet a good-looking man who thinks of anything but his appearance. It is strange, for the more love

se his shyness affects his company. You try to draw him out. You ask question after question, and have to supply the answe

with his hat, he picks up his umbrella three or four times, and lets it drop again; finally, starting up with

fter an hour and a half of this curate's company, on

ecause it gives him pleasure to see them, as because he would not deprive them of the pleasure of talking to him. He has a fa

so pleasant with many as with a chosen few. I am selfish, I am afraid, but I must confess

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