Is it the same we have been using ?" "No, ma'am," replied Bridget.

"It is some Mrs.Jordon sent home.

I reminded Nancy, when she was here for butter, that they owed us some tea, borrowed day before yesterday, and she came right back with it, saying that Mrs.Jordon was sorry it had slipped her mind.

I thought I would draw it by itself, and not mix it with the tea in our canister." "You can throw this out and draw fresh tea, Bridget; we can't drink it," said I, handing her the tea-pot.
"You see how it works," I remarked as Bridget left the room, and my husband leaned back in his chair to wait for a fresh cup of tea.
"One half of the time, when anything is returned, we can't use it.
The butter Mrs.Jordon got a little while ago, if returned to-morrow, will not be fit to go on our table.

We can only use it for cooking." "It isn't right," sententiously remarked my husband.