"It rather reminds me of being at school again.

I've never lived in a boarding-house before, you know; I had rooms in the house of an old servant of ours.

Well, here goes!"-- twisting the framed set of rules round with its face to the wall.
"Now, if I break the laws of the Medes and Persians I can't be blamed, because I haven't read them." Miss Bunting privately thought that the new boarder, recommended by so great a personage as Signor Baroni, stood an excellent chance of being allowed a generous latitude as regards conforming to the rules at No.
24--provided she paid her bills promptly and without too careful a scrutiny of the "extras." Bunty, indeed, retained few illusions concerning her employer, and perhaps this was just as well--for the fewer the illusions by which you're handicapped, the fewer your disappointments before the journey's end.
"You haven't told me your name," said Diana, when the lady-help reappeared with a small tea-tray in her hand.
"Bunting," came the smiling reply.

"But most of the boarders call me Bunty." "I shall, too, may I ?--And oh, why haven't you brought two cups?
I wanted you to have tea with me--if you've time, that is ?" "If I had brought a second cup, '_Tea, for two_' would have been charged to your account," observed Miss Bunting.
"What ?" Diana's eyes grew round with astonishment.

"With the same sized teapot ?" The other nodded humorously.
"Well, Mrs.Lawrence's logic is beyond me," pursued Diana.
"However, we'll obviate the difficulty.