"But how many kinds of tea _are_ there, Istra?... Oh say, I
hadn't ought to--"
"Course; call me Istra or anything else. Only, you mustn't call
my bluff. What do I know about tea? All of us who play are
bluffers, more or less, and we are ever so polite in pretending
not to know the others are bluffing.... There's lots of kinds
of tea. In the New York Chinatown I saw once--Do you know
Chinatown? Being a New-Yorker, I don't suppose you do."
"Oh yes. And Italiantown. I used to wander round there."
"Well, down at the Seven Flowery Kingdoms Chop Suey and American
Cooking there's tea at five dollars a cup that they advertise is
grown on `cloud-covered mountain-tops.' I suppose when the tops
aren't cloud-covered they only charge three dollars a cup....
But, serious-like, there's really only two kinds of teas--those
you go to to meet the man you love and ought to hate, and those
you give to spite the women you hate but ought to--hate! Isn't
that lovely and complicated? That's playing. With words.
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