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Chapter 7
BakerandformetocontributeandIfeltitonlydecenttobelast.
Shetookherturnanddrewhersourcefromtheteapotastheothershad."Irememberwhenthereweredozensofkindsoftea,"sheofferedbrightly."Why,everyonehadrecipesfornearlyeverything.Iguesstherewasn’taweedoraleaforaflowerthatwasn’tmadeintosomekindoftea.Nowthereareonlytwo,IndiaandChina,andnotmuchChina.Remembertansyandcamomileandorange-leafandflower—and—andcambric?"
"What’scambric?"Maryasked.
"Equalpartshotwaterandhotmilk.Childrenloveit.Itdoesn’ttastelikemilkandwater."ThataccountedforMrs.Baker.
Itwasmyturn,andIintendedtomakeafewcarefullymeaninglessremarksabouttheBostonTeaParty,butyoucan’talwaysdowhatyouintended.Surprisesslipout,notwaitingforpermission.
"Iwenttosleepafterservice,"Iheardmesay."IdreamedofDannyTaylor,adreadfuldream.YourememberDanny."
"Poorchap,"saidMr.Baker.
"Oncewewerecloserthanbrothers.Ihadnobrother.Iguesswewerebrothersinaway.Idon’tcarryitout,ofcourse,butIfeelIshouldbemybrotherDanny’skeeper."
Marywasannoyedwithmeforbreakingthepatternoftheconversation.Shetookasmallrevenge."Ethangiveshimmoney.Idon’tthinkit’sright.Hejustusesittogetdrunk."
"Wellll!"saidMr.Baker.
"Iwonder—anywaythedreamwasanoonmare.Igivehimsolittle—adollarnowandthen.
