If we could only have it once as you see it in pictures and read about it in books--" She broke off to bow to Miss Watson and her sister, Miss Teenie, who passed Jean and her companion with skirts held well out of the mud, and eyes, after the briefest glance, demurely cast down.
"They are going out to tea," Jean explained to Lord Bidborough.

"Don't they look nice and tea-partyish?
Fur capes over their best dresses and snow boots over their slippers.

Those little black satin bags hold their work, and I expect they have each a handkerchief edged with Honiton lace and scented with White Rose.

Probably they are going to Mrs.
Henderson's.

She gives wonderful teas, and they will be taken to a bedroom to take off their outer coverings, and they'll stay till about eight o'clock and then go home to supper." Lord Bidborough laughed.