A • • • X jL • • • COLONIAL TEA by KATE WOODWARD NOBLE ^ CopyngKt. 1915. ty MELICENT PORTER CHAPTER. D. A. R. WATERBURY. CONN, A COLONIAL TEA ty KATE WOODWARD NOBLE Oast of GKaractcrs Priscilla AldisK, — A young girl of today, moaern arcss. Ancestress Pnscilla Aldisli.i ^j, . Ancestress Mary Standen. f ^ ^.'^ Ancestress Betty Carford. i ^j^^^^^ Ancestress Lora Bradver, ' SCENE. — A parlor, furniture partly modern, partly antique, with telephone, electric lignt, etc. Tea table witK four cKairs, set witK kettle, old cKina, silver, etc., not water in teakettle, cream, sugar and small cakes. Large cnair at left of stage. MELICENT PORTER CHAPTER, D. A. R. WATERBURY. CONN. 1915 A COLONIAL TEA. ^ Scene, a parlor, with both colonial and modem furni- ture. Enter Priscilla Aldisli, in reception dress. PRISCILLA. Heigh-ho, I'm tired. I really cannot see The fun in g-iving a Colonial Tea. Why, half the folks don't know what should be done; They're mortally afraid of any fun, And if we girls try to steal off one side, We hear: "My dears, do be more dignified." 1 only wish that from the distant shades Some real Colonial Dames, to us poor maids Might come and let us watch them, so that we Could properly conduct our old style tea. ( Ya«'ns). I am so sleepy. I'm just going to throw Myself l^ack in this chair that stands here so Invitingly, and res* an hour. Mayhap (slo^vly) I shall — feel — brighter — if I get (yawns) a nap. (Sleepvs). (Enter Ancestress Priscilla Aldish in Colonial Dress). ANCESTRESS P. It surely did rejoice my spirit, when Permission to revisit once again The scenes that knew me in my earthly days I did receive; to tread once more the ways I loved in youth. An hour or two is all That I may spend in this, mine ancient hall; But, though the time is short, I'll make the most Of it. and summon to me, from the host Of old-time friends, my special cronies three, To spend an hour in this old home with me. (Steps to back of room and calls:) Ho, Mary Standen, playmate of my youth! Ho, Betty Carford, as well loved, in truth! Ho, Lora Bradver, stately, gracious one! Come from the past, into the shining sun Of modern days, and sup with me once more, As ye were wont to do in days of yore! (Enter Ancestresses 3lary. Betty and Lora, in Colonial attire). THE THREE (curtseying): All hail, Priscilla Aldish! Right glad we Here in thy company again to be! ANCESTRESS P. From out the Past, that hides us in its shade, We have been summoned, that a modern maid May look on us, and learn by observation How we, in days of yore, were wont our station To take, at times, around the social board. And gossip interchange, while tea was poured. ANCESTRESS M. 1 shall rejoice, as in the days of old. To hear thy jokes and quips, Priscilla, told; For I remember well thy merry wit, And I dare swear thou hast not lost a bit. ANCESTRESS R. I. too. am glad to hear again thy speech, Priscilla; thine too, madcap Mary; each Had ready tongue in those old days, and I MAR 31 l9!6e,'Cl.A429265 Was e'er contented listening to sit by. ANCESTRESS L. Methinks ye all of dignity had lack. I trust today, when we are here called back Tn our descendants' interests, there'll be Little, if aught, of ancient levity. ANCESTRESS P. Come, let us look about a bit, e'er we Proceed to gossip o'er our cups of tea. (Spies PriiscUla). Why, who is this? ANCESTRESS B. Some modern maid, I wis. ^ ANCESTRESS M. She's passing- fair. I wonder who she is. ANCESTRESS L.. Why, friends, she's our great-great-great-great-grand- daughter! They say that blood is thicker far than water. And ours has intermingled, so that she Related to each one of us must be. ANCESTRESS P. Let us new scan her features as she lies Asleep before us. T can't see her eyes, But it is certain, as we might suppose. She has inherited the Aldish nose. ANCESTRESS M. It pleaseth me to see the Standen chin. ANCESTRESS B. Her cheek the Carford dimple lurks within. ANCESTRESS li. The Bradver mouth is hers, without a doubt, And 'tis the Bradver hand that here peeps out. ANCESTRESS P. AVell, never mind her, she is sound asleep; Around this room I want to take a peep. To see if aught of what I once did prize Ts left today to cheer my longing eyes. Yes, here's the very table, where with me You used to sit and sip the cups of tea I poured for you, and to each other tell The latest news. They've kept my table well. Upon this table, ready to our hand. The cups and saucers, cream and sugar, stand; The tea is here, for putting in the pot. And in this kettle, water, steaming hot; T wonder if she thought the water'd keep Hot as it should while she was fast asleep; No matter, time is short: come, take your chairs Just as when we were young, and free from cares. (They sit nround the table. Aneestre.ss P. makes the tea, the others gaze about the room. Priscilla wakes, stares, rubs her eyes and speaks). PRISCIIiLA. Why, who are these? They're not the girls, I know. Strangers! Their faces look familiar, though. I do believe my wish has come to pass; It's gettinpf dark; if I sho'uM light the gas, ] wonder if they'd disappear in fright; I wouldn't dare try the electric light. T think I'Tl^peak to them— they all look kind — I'll be respectful — I don't think they'll mind. (Rises and s•o«^s toward table). Good evening ladies. I'm so glad to see You make yourselves at home, and drink the tea. ANCESTRESS P. Good evening, child. We hope thou'rt not afraid Of thy great-great-great-great-grandmothers, maid. PRISCILLA. Oh, are you? Really? Isn't that too sweet For anything? I've wanted you to meet, Since I your pictures, ha,nging on our walls, Have studied, when Colonial gowns for balls Or teas were wanted. So you're really here! I think each one of you is simply dear! But I would like to see you better, so. If you don't mind, I'll turn the light on — no, It won't ])e any trouble — if too bright I'll light the gas instead^ — or, no, I'll light Tlie candles; that's what I should do, of course. What's that — I beg your pardon — ANCESTRESS M. From what source Wilt thou for all these candles light procure, When there's no fireplace open? PRISCILI.A. Oh, I'm sure There are some matches in the box. (Looks, strikes a match jMid lights candles, while ancestresses stare) ^ There, now. k ANCESTRESS L.. It looks like witchcraft unto me, I vow. I'd much prefer to use the flint and steel. ANCESTRESS B. But this new way is quicker, a good deal. ,, (Telephone bell ringrs. Priscilla answers). | PRISCILLA. What's that? The cars tied up? 'Twill be an hour Before they can again put on the power? ' Now isn't that a shame? What's that? You'll come By auto just as soon as Fan's gets home? All right. Goodbye. (Hangs up telephone). ANCESTRESS L. More witchcraft, I declare! She surely talked with spirits in the air! Girl, if thy home had been in Salem town. Thou as a witch wouldst have been written down. ANCESTRESS P. Gome, come, we're wasting time. Let's drink our tea. And talk of pleasant things that used to be. Then, e'er we go, our young descendant here Shall unto us explain these things so queer; The world has made great progress since our day; I'd like to know, before I take my way With my companions back into the past. What has been doing, since I sat here last. (Pours the tea, passes cream aud su^ar and cakes). ANCESTRESS B. Those cakes, methinks, are of a flavor fine, ^Vere they made by those clever hands of thine? They taste much like the ones I made of old — The best cakes in the country, I was told., PRISCILLA. Ves. T did make those cakes. In an old book Of recipes, in which I chanced to look, • ' I found the rule, and thought they would be good; Cook wasn't going to let me — but I would. ANCESTRESS L,. To make fine cakes is well enough at times, When company is due, but down one climbs To humbler duties when the guests have fled; Can those same hands of thine make wholesome bread? PRISCILI.A. N-n-no; you see, the cook makes such a fuss Tf we STO in the kitchen — says we muss More than we helo — that I don't often try To make things, though I'd like to see if I Could do as well as I did with this rule; T think next fall I'll join a cooking school. And learn to use the chafing dish with gas, Or electricity. ANCESTRESS P. A pretty pass Things have come to, if girls no more are taught To manage their own households, as they ought. PRISCIIiLA. Dear great-great-great-great-grandmas, as I see That's the relation that you bear to me. Did girls in your day have to sit up straight. And not have any fun? A meal of state "Was such a tea as this? or did you laugh And joke and chatter gayly? More than half Our mothers and grandmothers say that we Aren't dignified enough, when such a tea We give, to represent the dames who wore Colonial costumes, years and years before. I'm pretty sure that you must recognize The table, chairs, and other things your eyes Behold, for they are genuine antiques, A good deal better than the modern freaks. ANCESTRESS P. Truly thou speakest; 'tis my table here. ANCESTRESS M. And these were once my treasured chairs, my dear. ANCESTRESS B. Mine were these cups and saucers, brought o'er sea And given by my sailor lad to me. ANCESTRESS I.. And mine the tiny spoons — 'twas a rare thing To own such silver in my day: we'd cling To what we had through all vicissitudes; This linen, too, my list of things includes; I spun and wove it 'gainst my wedding day, And in my carved oak chest laid it away. AlVCESTRESS P. . , Dost thou remember, when we entertained A band of youths and maidens, who remained To dance the minuet, when tea was done, Upon the lawn, as sinking was the sun? And when one, Mary Standen, led thee down The path, and looking with his eyes of brown Into thy face, did speak the words that made The blood leap to thy cheeks, and, half-afraid, Thou didst make answer? ANCESTRESS M. I remember — yea. But, friend Priscilla, what hast thou to say? If I remember rightly, one chose thee That self-same day, his own true love to be. And Betty, too, a pretty tale could tell Of honeyed words, couldst thou not, Betty? AISCESTRESS B. Well, r won't deny that I had my full share. But then, thou know'st, Hugh Aldish was not there On that occasion, but far o'er the sea. And I was waiting his return to me. ANCESTRESS I.. I laughed, and seemed the gayest of the gay. As you remember, on that merry day; But I was sad; for in the happy crowd I missed .Tohn Carford; I was young and proud, And we had quarreled, so he would not come To our tea-drinking, but remained at home. But, as you may remember, in the hour When we went homeward, there came up a shower; Of lightning, thunder, I was sore afeared, I welcomed John, when he to me appeared; He calmed my fears, and we were reconciled. Nor cared whether Dame Nature frowned or smiled. ANCESTRESS P. Come, come, 'twill soon be time for us to leave; And I, for one, most certainly would grieve If certain mysteries were unexplained. That I have noted while I here remained. Priscilla, child, speak up and tell us now. With naught of needless hesitation, how That light thou didst evoke from bits of stick; No flint and steel was e'er so marv'lous quick. PRISCII^LA. Why, 'twas a match I struck — upon the tip Is phosphorus — or something — that they dip The match stick in — and when I scratch it — so — The fire comes as you want it to, you know. ANCESTRESS L,. I like it not; it dangerous looks to me, If it be used at all incautiously; Doth it not lead to frequent devastation Of property, because of conflagration? PRISCILLA. Why — I don't know — sometimes it does, perhaps. When the stick breaks, because the head then snaps And falls, and if stepped on, of course it lights; But then, that doesn't often happen — ANCESTRESS B. - ► . - Frrghts 'Twould g-ive me that I should not soon forget. But what are these g-lass bulbs so queerly set With loop of wire or thread within? (Pri.»cilla turnss on electric lig^ht) — all jump and cry: A.L.L. ANCESTRESSES. Preserve us! ANCESTRESS M. Please don't do that again — it makes me nervous! "Vk^^hat is it, any way? — no wick — no wax, Tallow or oil — why, everything it lacks That makes a lamp or candle, yet it shines Uncannily; my reasoning divines Some magic here at work — girl, speak and tell How thou dost work this strange, unholy spell. PRISCILLrA. 'Tis electricity that makes it burn; But I forgot — perhaps you didn't learn That lightning could be harnessed; first the gas From coal we burned — no, oil, in lamps of glass Or metal gave us light, but now you see, Though both we use for heat and lighting, we Are making new improvements day by day, So gas and oil will soon be done away, And electricity will do our work — ANCESTRESS P. Child, child, thou talkest wild as any Turk; T haven't understood a word 'twas said; T think the lightning must have struck thy head. But there was something else — oh, yes, I know — Thy conversation of a while ago, Of "cars" and "autos," when at sound of bell Tiiou to the air didst speak — come, quickly tell What is this wonder. PRISCILLA. That's the telephone, Through which the voice for many miles is thrown; We talk from here to friends far, far away. ANCESTRESS B. T wish they had had such things in my day; But if they had — I wonder now, friends, which Of us would first have suffered as a witch. (Clock gives ^varning for striking' the hour). ANCESTRESS P. Methinks the hour has come for us to go Back to the land of spirits. PRISCILIiA. Ah, no, no! My friends will soon be here — they'd love to see You all and with you drink a cup of tea. ANCESTRESS P. We may not stay. E'en now the mystic spell Draws us away. AL.L, ANCESTRESSES. Farewell, dear child, farewell. (Priseilla watches them as they slowly disappear; rubs her eyes and speaks). PRISCILLA, How very odd; I'm sure I didn't dream, For here's the tea, the sugar and the cream; The cups and spoons were used; the cakes are less; I saw the features of each ancestress, I heard their voices, too — what fun 'twill be To tell the girls of my Colonial Tea.