"Love has lent him gilded armour. From
his helmet waves her crest," she quoted. "Most men look fine in that
costume. Pity they can't always wear it."
The conductor seemed impatient. Joan sprang upon the step and waved her
hand.
CHAPTER VII
Joan was making herself a cup of tea when there came a tap at the door.
It was Mrs. Phillips.
"I heard you come in," she said. "You're not busy, are you?"
"No," answered Joan. "I hope you're not. I'm generally in about this
time; and it's always nice to gossip over a dish of tea."
"Why do you say 'dish' of tea!" asked Mrs. Phillips, as she lowered
herself with evident satisfaction into the easy chair Joan placed for
her.
"Oh, I don't know," laughed Joan. "Dr. Johnson always talked of a 'dish'
of tea. Gives it a literary flavour."
"I've heard of him," said Mrs. Phillips. "He's worth reading, isn't he?"
"Well, he talked more amusingly than he wrote," explained Joan. "Get
Boswell's Life of him. Or I'll lend you mine," she added, "if you'll be
careful of it. You'll find all the passages marked that are best worth
remembering.
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