“Oh, no,” Mr. Burton muttered, turning abruptly and quitting the room; “the faculty for hugging misery isn’t born in people; not at all! I’ll have to tell this to our parson. A lot of good people that need it might get a sound thrashing over somebody else’s shoulders.”
At the breakfast table Budge ate quietly, but with characteristic American industry, before he said:
“Aunt Alice, too much tea isn’t good for people, is it?”
“Oh, no! It’s very bad.”
“And one cup is enough for pretty much every one, isn’t it?”
“I think so.”
“Sometimes my papa drinks three or four.”
“That must be when he has a headache.”
“Oh, yes, ’tis. People need more then, don’t they?”
“Yes, indeed!”