“I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” said Madeline, when they were settled at one of the tables in Miss Jelliff’s Tea Rooms. The seats were carved oak settles, there were wonderful brass candlesticks in niches by the door, and on the tables were bunches of pale blue irises, to match the blue china. The bread was in what Babe called a “three-story revolving bread-case,” the toast in a quaint little English toast-rack, and the jam, pepper and mustard in fascinating pots, while the cups, though all blue, were of different shapes and patterns.