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Show Bachelor Tea. A bachelor man and a bachelor maid I Sat sipping a cup of tea. Said the bachelor man: "Elizabeth, dear, J It certainly seems to me That never a cup of nectar rare Or wine from the vaults of kings Wa3 equal to this fairy cup you brew, While the bright little kettle sings. "It lests me well, and it soothes my soul, Arid it comforts me through and through, 'Tis a magical cup, and I'm fair spellbound As 1 sit and sip it with you. I Snah we t sip it together thro' all the years' A The future is bringing our way? , I We could meet right bravely its hopes tfnd fears I So pray do not answer nay." W The bachelor maid, with a sigh content, ftj Stirred the nectar about in her cup, Wi Ai.d thoughtfully paused to ponder a bit . II Before looking merrily up, ttm And saying: "Why, where will you go, my dear, If For a nice little haven of rest? It For if we are married, don't you see You never can be my guest?" So these bachelors twain sat quietly aown, And talked the matter o'er, While the kettle sang, and the fragrant herb Its part in the council bore. And the story ends, as stories should, In wedding bells and laughter; Ot course, they married you knew they would And lived happy ever after. Good Housekeeping. |