The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-03-11
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Iples! Throw 1t"
"My dear, think" said George, in
conciliatory tone, " a part of this side may
be palatable. Why itappears quite light.
The apple is very nice, and"
81 beg of you don't eat it to save it,"
replied Laura, pettishly. "But if you
think you can manage to do anything with
it, help yourself"
George did help himself, and discovered
that on the whole the pudding was very
creditable affair, and thrice did he have
occasion to replenish his plate from the
condemned dish.
Mr.. Carwell was heartily ashamed of
having found fault with so good pudding,
and felt such anxiety to keep Laura in
good humor the rest of the day, that not
another word of complaint escaped his
| lips before leaving the house.
At evening, however, when he came to
tea, his petulance had returned, and COM
menced with finding fault with smell of
burnt crusts, which invaded his nostrils.
"It is Susan's carelessness," exclaimed
Laura. "What is the girl about Jane,
30 and tell her if she cannot toast the
bread without filling the house with smoke,
the sooner"
G. hardly think Susan is to blame" in
terrupted George.
"Who then p
"I-I don't know as anybody"
There must be somebody to blame
when we are annoyed observed Laura.
" Is tea ready, Jane y
| &C Vcc N, ,ar, - rnp1iod Tapn
, And the amiablc couple proceeded to
the tea table, where the cloth was spread
, in very inviting manner.
, SO firm had Georges habit of fault
finding become, that be complained of his
| tea, almost before tasting it.
"It's pity we can't have a good cup
of tea, occasionally" murmured Laura,
knitting her brows. "Susan, take away
these slops! Try again, and then see if
you can't make something fit to drink
And without saying by your leave,
Laura reached forth, took away her dear
husbands cup, and emptied its contents
into the slop-bowl, at the same time push
| ing the teapot toward Susan with look
of impatience and disgust.
Laura was playing her part capitally.
George became alarmed.
"Don't be too hasty, my DEAR" said he,
" taste the tea and see what you think of
it,"
"There is no need" replied Laura, "I
can take your word for it, You know
what good tea is and when you say that
the tea is bad, it is enough. 1t must be
bad"
"But-"
go, it's useless to smooth things over.
When tea is bad we may as well speak
plainly about it. l don't mean to tolerate
insipidity any longer. Do you hear me,
Susan p
Susan was as much astonished as Mr..
Carwell himself. She said nothing
neither did he, although he was compelled
to wait five minutes for the return of the
teapot.
This time, in consequence of Susan's
haste and confusion, the tea was really in
sipid, but somehow George found it excel
lent. A conciliatory humor has re-
markable tendency to quicken ones talents
for imaginary perfcctions in things most
poor and unworthy.
Accordingly George found no fault at
the tea-table but on entering the sitting
room he undoubtedly forgot himself, and
indulged in his old habit without even
knowing what he said.
"What an atmosphere ~ he exclaimed,
L" it is like going into an oven. WHAT'S
the use of keeping room so hotP'
81 suppose Jane meant to roast is,
added Laura, tanning hersolf violently,
although the room was not uacomfortably
warm at all.
Throw open the doc, Jane. The
baby, poor thing, is cooked rown already.
You could bake pie nero. DO give usa
breath of fresh air. And Laura raised
the window and sat down by it, as If she
was on the verge of fainting'