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Gran 'Sit 'she said, looked at the scrubbed table 'Don't you have a table cloth Gran?' 'Such nonsense, haven't you heard the fable that manners alone maketh man?' 'Bread and jam?' 'Butter I queried?' 'Are you having your tea here or not.' 'Yes Gran."Well eat up and not another word.' She made some... Sign in to see full entry.