"...I had seem the ladies in their finery, their velvets and furs, enter into the gilded halls of the hotel where they took their tea, themselves the unquestioned queens of all existence as they sipped tea from far off India and nibbled silky white bread imprisoning flakes of carnation-pink salmon. I had seen, and I had envied..."
-"Why Waits the Tea to Bloom?"
-"Why Waits the Tea to Bloom?"