Grinning Sellers sat down. “Oh, well,” he said, “get out the cups and saucers and I’ll see if I can promote some tea.”
“I suppose you carry a package of it around in your pocket.”
“I’ll get some,” Sellers promised, adjusting himself to a comfortable position in one of the office chairs, and pulling a cigar from his pocket. “Go right ahead, Bertha. Bring out the cups and saucers, Elsie.”
Elsie glanced at Bertha.
Bertha said, “On second thought I’ve changed my mind. If we haven’t any tea, I’m not going to wait for you to promote some. I’m sick and tired to death of—”
“Okay, okay,” Sellers interrupted. “Let’s see the cups and saucers, Bertha. Where do you keep them?”
“I told you I’m not going to use them.”
“I know, but I’m interested in them.”
“Well, stay interested then. I have other things to do. Come on, Mr. Belder. We’ll finish that matter we were going to discuss when we were interrupted.”
“Might as well finish it right now,” Sellers said.