The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-08-19
TEA THAT WAS TEA
And Results 1t Wrought Were
Satisfactory to at Least
Two People.
BY ANNA e. eLEY.
~policy ready yet, Miss BirdsallY"

E0ucy ready YET, MISS bHusdLI!
'.Oh, is that you, Bobbie?" Miss
Birdsall turned from the typewriter
wait q minute" running through a
bundle of folded policies. Here it Is,
'MacDougall & Son-Insurance Brok-
ers, she read from the printed stick
er at the bottom.
1T doesn't take you long to turn
'em out, Miss Birdsall," remarked the
boy admiringly as he slipped it into
his pocket.
Louise Birdsall's lips parted In q
smile.
What's in the kettle. Bobbie?" she
inquired
Nothing yet. it's for tes for the old
man"
Does he like tear"
Headache, and he's had an awful
crouch on all morning"
Poor old gentleman!" exclaimed
Miss Birdsall alphabetically. Where
are you going to get the tear"
"At the Peerless"
AT the Peerless!" she calculated.
why, it won't be fit to drink"
Cant help 1t, nearest place" and he
picked up the kettle to go.
Miss Birdsall glanced at the clock;
the other clerks would not return for
quarter OF an hour.
"Sit down, Bobbie, and I'll make you
some tea that is tea"
She pulled out the lower drawer OF
the typewriter desk and drew forth q
small brass canister, from another re-
cess came q teaspoon.
Just a second. Bob" she laughed.
and ran into the tiny dressing room adj
joining the large airy Office.
In a twinkling, she returned, hold
ing up a little blue and white china
teapot The kettle was boiling. 80 it
didn't take long to make. BY the time
you get to the Office 1t will be nicely
stepped"
Bobbie looked at the gay little tea
pot doubtfully. Gould you wrap it
up?" he suggested.
why, 1t Is much easier to carry this
way"
81 know, but If the fellows in Wat
kins' Office see me go by with flossy
little teapot like that, they'll guy the
life out o. me-"
With quick understanding, Miss
Birdsal wrapped the teapot in the
mornings newspaper
"Bobbie, want this teapot returned
with the tea leaves In 1t, no wiping out
with TN office towel. Do you get me,
Robert!'
Il gotcha," he replied with grin.
The door slammed and Miss BirdsaIl
settled down to work
The next day at noon fashionably
dressed young man walked into the
ONCE of the International Insurance
company Miss Birdsall rose, her
cheeks flushing slightly as she recog-
nized young Mr.. MacDougal.
Miss Birdsall?" he Intercepted
pleasantly.
YES" she said with quiet dignity.
81 am returning the teapot with sim
cere thanks"
pray don't mention it. hope the
tea helped Mr.. MacDougall's head"
81 assure you it did" He smiled and
added: In fact, he has been a new
man ever since"
Miss Birdsan peeped absent-minded-
ly inside.
I'VE didn't wash it out" he apollo
gized. and then they both laughed
gaily. and Miss BirdsalI remembered
her admonition to Bobbie.
With a few desultory remarks, Me
MAcDougall politely left.
What delightful person." thought
Miss Birdsall. as she carried the tea
pot into the dressing room. Delight
full in spite Of his money"
During the afternoon she recalled
him again and again. Since she had
been policy writer for the Information
al she had heard continually Of young
MacDougall, OF his money. OF his ex-
travagances, and Of the beautiful old
house occupied solely by his father
and himself It was therefore a sur
prise and pleasure to find him quite
natural and extremely agreeable.
Two days later, Bobbie came in
again at noon.
Nothing ready. Robert" she called
out in business-hke tone.
I'm not otter policies" Then.
leaning confdentialIy over the counter,
Gould you let me have some more
tea. Miss Birdsall?"
why Bobbie-" Miss BirdsaIl
wheeled about in her chair.
u L
been raising Cain all morning"
Dear me-" murmured Miss Birdsall,
"of course" Rising quickly. she com
menced collecting the tea things. While
the kettle was boiling. sudden
thought struck her.
What does Mr.. MacDougall drink
the tea fromf"
"A glass"
well upon my world" and forth
with she produced a fragile teacup and
saucer. From some nook in her desk,
she took lemon and deftly cut three
or four slices with her penknife. These
she slipped ipto clean envelope. to-
gether with several cubes Of sugar and
a teaspoon.
Now, Bobbie," she warned after the
tea was made, carry these things
carefully and tell old Mr.. MacDougall
that hope the tea viii cure his head
ache"
"Tll tell him." promised the boy.
with a mischievous smile on his
freckled face.
The following day he brought back
the china.
Gee. Miss Birdsall," he confided.