After Gathering His Treasure Together He Waddled Away To The Kitchen, And
At Afternoon Tea We Had Sponge Cakes, Light And Airy Beyond All Dreams Of
Airy Lightness, No One Having Yet Combined The Efforts Of Cheon, A Flour
Dredge, And An Egg-Beater, In His Dreams.
And Cheon's heart being as
light as his cookery, in his glee he made a little joke at the expense of
the Quarters, summoning all there to afternoon tea with a chuckling call
of "Cognac!" chuckles that increased tenfold at the mock haste of the
Quarters.
A little joke, by the way, that never lost in freshness as the
months went by.
At intervals during the days that followed Cheon surveyed his treasures,
and during these intervals the whirr of the flour dredge or egg-beater
was heard from the kitchens, and invariably the whirr was followed by a
low, distinct chuckle of appreciation.
All afternoon we worked, and by the evening the dining-room was
transformed: blue cloths and lace runners on the deal side-table and
improvised pigeon-holes; nicknacks here and there on tables and shelves
and brackets; pictures on the walls; "kent" faces in photograph frames
among the nicknacks; a folding carpet-seated armchair in a position of
honour; cretonne curtains in the doorway between the rooms, and inside
the shimmering white net a study in colour effect - blue and white matting
on the floor, a crimson cloth on the table, and on the cloth Cheon's
"silver" swan sailing in a sea of purple, blue, and heliotrope
water-lilies.
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