The used teabag fell to the floor, where it lay in a heap – exhausted.
“Don’t you think that you should be a-picking that up, Mister Adkins?”
Mr. Adkins ignored this; and, with his booted heel, ground the teabag into the cold stone floor; turned, and left without a word.
“Well, don’ that beat all?” asked Maisie, of no one in particular. “Good manners don’t cost the price of a cup of tea.” and with this thought in mind, she laughed at the recent memory of Mr. Adkins and his need for Oolong… and his total disdain of Lapsang Souchong. “I shoulda given him Builder’s Tea for all the good it did.” Maisie laughed quietly about this for a while. If there was one thing Mr. Adkins was not, it was a builder.
“Any fool knows that the best teas come loose and not in a tea-bag.” she explained, to the room. “He considers himself intelligent and he don’t even know that!”
her laughter was to be heard, if any had been there to hear, for a long while after that.