"The difficulty is to stick to it--to go on getting the thing right every time.

But you can do it with bacon: why not with tea ?" When the sand had nearly all run out of the upper part of the glass, she took the tray into the sitting-room; he poured out a cup of tea, and declared that it was tea fit for the gods.
Pollyooly smiled at his satisfaction, and then said: "Please, sir: I should like a note to Madame Correlli to say that I couldn't go to my dancing yesterday because I had to go into the country.

She is so particular." "Certainly; I will write it after tea," said the Honourable John Ruffin amiably.
After he had finished his tea he wrote the note and gave it to her.
Then she paid a proud visit to the Post Office Savings Bank and added to her fattening account the sum of twelve pounds.

Undoubtedly the Osterley family were valuable acquaintances.
Fortified by the exculpatory note from the Honourable John Ruffin, Pollyooly went next morning to her dancing class with an easy mind.
It had been clear to her friends that the career of housekeeper, admirably as she discharged its duties, was far inferior to her abilities; it did not give them nearly full scope.

Those friends were young, and they were alive, keenly alive, to the fact that there is a steady demand for angels in that sphere of British and German industry curiously known as musical comedy.