You must stand by me at the table to hand the cups of tea." She left me standing in a chair, so that I might see my pantalettes in the high-hung glass, and the effect of my balloon-like sleeves.

Then I went back to the kitchen to show myself to Temperance, and to enjoy the progress of tea.
The table was laid in the long keeping-room adjoining the kitchen, covered with a striped cloth of crimson and blue, smooth as satin to the touch.

Temperance had turned the plates upside-down around the table, and placed in a straight line through the middle a row of edibles.

She was going to have waffles, she said, and shortcake; they were all ready to bake, and she wished to the Lord they would come and have it over with.

With the silver sugar-tongs I slyly nipped lumps of sugar for my private eating, and surveyed my features in the distorting mirror of the pot-bellied silver teapot, ordinarily laid up in flannel.