Hot Scones for Tea

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 370, 2 June 1928, Page 18

Hot Scones for Tea

Talking of Clothes and Other Things... BUT MOSTLY SCONES “Well, you see,” said dainty Vei Spaull, as she complacently selecte her fifth hot date scone at mornin tea t’other day, “we shall be dow South so long that I must get some thing really warm to wear or else shall freeze to death. Do have a scon darling. They’re simply wonderful Vera had another. The talk was of clothes . . . natui ally, for the party was a feminine on

and all the other cats had been disposed of with a word or two. Little Vera was trying to decide whether to have a new and really chic black tailleur that she had set her heart on, or a cosy jumper suit in which to brave the rigours of the South Island, when with the “Madame Pompadour” company she leaves our city on a Southern tour. After much discussion and a few more scones the jumper suit proved triumphant, and the attractive little comedienne sighed as she thrust away the insidious appeal of a slender black tailleur. “Still, it will be cosy, won’t it?” she appealed to Anita, her hostess, to support her in her decision. “And after all, Auckland lias such nice shops that I can probably get something really smart, even in jumper suits . . . perhaps jade green . . . or rose . . .” and the little lady toyed with the colour idea and another scone or so. The ’phone went, and the little lady rushed away. We couldn’t help overheanng her end of the conversation. “Hullo! How are you? . . . What’s that, dear? A round of golf at where? . . . Where? Muddykiekie, did you say? Rather! I’d love to come to Ruddykiekie or whatever you call. it. J.® s > rm so keen on golf. It’s splendid for keeping one’s weight down, and I m terrified of getting fat in New Zealand.” She cast a rueful glance at the remains of a heaped dish of hot buttered date scones. “Righto, I’ll be there. ’Bye.” Vera came back to us, and announced that she must go and dress. I shan’t have any lunch to-day J°u see, I must be careful of my figure, and I daren’t eat much.” The lady fled to prepare for her shopping expedition in search of jumper suits and then her round of golt. Golf is so good for the figure ... it needs to be when Anita turns on such tempting scones for morning tea!