I'm thinking we'll need to polish up our manners.
I've an awful habit of drinking my tea with my mouth full.

It seems more natural somehow to give it a _synd_ down than to wait to drink till your mouth's empty." "Of course it's more natural," said her sister, "but what's natural's never refined.

That's a queer thing when you think of it." The Miss Watsons called on all their friends in the next few days, and did not fail to mention in each house, accidentally, as it were, that on Wednesday they expected to take tea with Miss Reston, and led on from that fact to glowing details of Miss Reston's ancestry.
The height of their satisfaction was reached when they happened to meet Mrs.Duff-Whalley, who, remembering yeoman service rendered by the sisters at a recent bazaar, stopped them and, greatly condescending, said, "Ah, er--Miss Watson--I'm asking a few local ladies to The Towers on Wednesday afternoon to discuss the subject of a sale of work for the G.F.S.A cup of tea, you understand, and a friendly chat in my own drawing-room You will both join us, I hope ?" Her tone held no doubt of their delighted acceptance, but Miss Watson, who had suffered much from Mrs.Duff-Whalley, who had been made use of and then passed unnoticed, taken up when needed and dropped, replied with great deliberation, "Oh, thank you, but we are going to tea with Miss Reston that afternoon.

I dare say we shall hear from someone what is decided about the sale of work." The epoch-making Wednesday dawned at last.
Great consultations had gone on between The Rigs and Hillview how best to make it an enjoyable occasion.

Pamela wanted Jean to be present, but Jean thought it better not to be.