The room was in Chinese blue and black, tea table, chiffonier and two chairs painted a dull black, and the walls tinted a soft deep gray blue.
"I hunted all over Chicago for Chinese things, and I found a few.

Isn't this a celestial rose jar?
I think it's big enough for a pot of basil.

Who was the gentle poet that sang of the lady who buried her fond lover's head in a flower pot and watered it with her tears ?" "Bet you use it for orange punch before the year is up," Peggy laughed.
"Oh, Kit, she makes wonderful fruit punch.

Each guest brings her own favorite fruit, then Charity mashes them all together and it's delicious." "I wish I stayed here all the time," Kit exclaimed.

"You miss the fun, being a day student, don't you ?" "Never mind, child," Charity told her consolingly, "we will have some special daylight celebrations all for you.