Bluffey’s Wife’s Present.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume IV, Issue 223, 1 July 1902, Page 3

Bluffey’s Wife’s Present.

. —.—O' - Mrs Bluffey is standing in her drawing room surveying with much delight an elegant chair of fancy design and much plush. Enter Mr Bluffey. ■“ Hello, Maud I what’s this ? Buying more furniture ? The house is chock full now; more like a furniture shop than a decent home. Another of your confounded bargains, I suppose ?” Mrs B. (a trifle crestfallen): “ No, dear ; it’s, • present jr bought for you, Ifouhrh ’ always complaining that then wasn’t a comfortable chair in the house to sit on, so I got you this one.” Mr B.: “Um 1 Doesn’t look particularly strong.” After which ungracious remark he set himself down rather heavily, when sve whole concern gave and Me B. landed on the floor, amidst the debris of chair legs* back, bottom—and plush. Mr B. “ Jehosophat ? What—| —l” Mrs B.: “ Are you dear ?” Mr B. } “ Efurt ? I 'honl 1 think T am ” rubbing ■ give-i •. U»ii, r. xo> i ■ ai'-l t kox •'! f : ’ ” i XV i y ‘ : | taken in with the chair ; but the tea may he good ”

' "frß. : “ May be ? Oh. yes ;so may Dion -eddun made Lo d High A Imir d—but it au’ likely. A business nun cm only give 2s worth M v. u lor 2s, an ! anvone who tries to get more s and- - 1 1 be taki-n in.” Half an hour later, at the tea tab e Mrß. (sniffing suspiciously): “ Nasty sm 11 somewhere, Maud*” Takes a mouthful*of tea, “ You’ve forgo ten to I put the tea in the pot in your exci emenfc I over your bargain chair.” Mrs £. : “ No, indeed ; I put double I the usual quantity, so as to be sure it would be good. It’s Mr Patty’s tea ” Mr B. : “Ugh! Rubbish ! Stinks of Fren;h polish and sawdust. What vile stuff!” j Mrs 13. : “ But look how cheap it iv’ i Mr B. : “ Cheap! Very ! It might ! well be cherp; Counting the value of a broken chair, it cost vou over Os per lb!” Mrs B. ; “Surely nob! It’s—” Mr B. : “ In future, Mrs 8,, please to try and knew when you’re well off. You get Hondai-Lmka Tei, the finest lever tasted, at a fair price. Aren’t you satisfied? If you offer the Hondai-Lanka man 2s a lb extra he might give you a chair too.” Mrs B. : No, dear ; this tea is nob worth anything. I’ll stick to HondaiLanka. I’m sure everyone who comes to tea praises it. I’ll send th i girl out for a pound packet of “ Ca;k o’ the North,” and we’ll have a decent cup now. If it wasn’t for the talk of Mr Putty I’d never ” Mr B. : “Oh, you trust Putty !” Mrs B. : 11 Yes, but I’ll only trust the pure Ciylon packed Hpndai-Lanka after this. It’s always the same, and, I ’ believe, after all the best value to the consumer, and requires neither gifts nor coupons. Value in tea sells it.”