THE GOLDEN AGE
your hair brushed, and talking silly company talk. But to-night it's really quite jolly. Looks different, somehow.'
'I never can make out,' I said, 'what people come here to tea for. They can have their own tea at home if they like—they're not poor people—with jam and things, and drink out of their saucer, and suck their fingers and enjoy themselves; but they come here from a long way off, and sit up straight with their feet off the bars of their chairs, and have one cup, and talk the same sort of stuff every time.'
Selina sniffed disdainfully. 'You don't know anything about it,' she said. 'In society you have to call on each other. It's the proper thing to do.'
'Pooh! you're not in society,' said Edward politely; 'and, what's more, you never will be.'
'Yes, I shall, some day,' retorted Selina; 'but I shan't ask you to come and see me, so there!'
'Wouldn't come if you did,' growled Edward.
'Well you won't get the chance,' rejoined our sister, claiming her right of the last word.
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