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when it comes to a mother-in-law. With parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, and cousins all provided by a generous but sometimes indiscriminating Fate, it seems hard that one's only choice should be made unpleasant by salt water. "Why," he went on, warming to his subject, "I remember how a certain woman angled industriously for months to capture an unsuspecting young man for her daughter. When she finally landed him, and the ceremony came off to the usual accompaniment of Mendelssohn and a crowded church, I feared that the bridal couple might have to come down the aisle from the altar in a canoe, on account of the maternal tears." [Sidenote: A Contrast] "Perhaps," suggested Rosemary, timidly, "she was only crying because she was happy." "If she was as happy as all those tears would indicate, it's a blessed wonder she didn't burst." Madame smiled fondly at her son as she busied herself with the tea things. Rosemary watched the white, plump hands that moved so gracefully among the cups, and her heart contracted with a swift little pang of envy, of which she was immediately ashamed. Unconsciously, she glanced at her own rough, red hands. Madame saw the look, and understood. "We'll soon fix them, my dear," she said, kindly. "I'll show you how to take care of them." "Really?" cried Rosemary, gratefully. "Oh, thank you! Do you suppose that--that they'll ever look like yours?" "Wait and see," Madame temporised. She was fond of saying that it took three generations of breeding to produce the hand of a lady. The kettle began to sing and the cover danced cheerily. Tiny clouds of steam trailed off into space, disappearing in the late afternoon sunshine like a wraith at dawn. Madame filled the blue china tea-pot and the subtle fragrance permeated the room. [Sidenote: A Cup of Tea] "Think," she said, as she waited the allotted five minutes for it to steep, "of all I give you in a cup of tea. See the spicy, sunlit fields, where men, women, and children, in little jackets of faded blue, pick it while their queues bob back and forth. Think of all the chatter that goes in with the picking--marriage and birth and death and talk of houses and worldly possessions, and everything else that we speak of here. "Then the long, sweet drying, and the packing in dim storehouses, and then the long journey. Sand and heat and purple dusk, tinkle of bells and scent of myrrh, the rustle of silks and the gleam of gold. T
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