MRS MULROONEY'S CAT

Southland Times, Issue 17328, 26 April 1913, Page 3

MRS MULROONEY'S CAT

Mrs Mulrooney was a lady of rare beauty. So was her cat. It was one of these fluffy aristocratic kind of animals that always provoked attention. So did Mrs Mulrooney. Both site and her cal were fastidious in the extreme. She read Ibsen and Bernard Shaw and all these "moony high-class writers that tell of the yearnings of inner consciousness fur' tli e unattainable. Of course she was pretty and handsomely gowned that’s tin- only kind of woman that can afford to yearn 1 But one morning Mrs Mulrooney learned a lesson from her feline companion. The maid hud poured out some milk, which the cat tasted and left. It was replaced by the morning’s milk, which Miss Tabby lapped gingerly. Us mistress, who had been watching it. threw out. the milk and filled,, the saucer with cream from her breakfast table, which the dainty pussy finished to the last drop, and lay down satisfied. "Aha!’’ said Mrs Mulroonev, "here’s a lesson, don t be contented till you get the Best, and then you’ll be happy and —satisfied." Mrs Mulrooney turned to sip her tea —and it certainly didn’t satisfy. It had nothing to taste —was flavourless and common. "I shall set out to seek the Best,” said she. That day she took counsel with some of her wise friends —and lo ! they were all faring upon the Best. "Use what we use,” said they. “Honda! Lanka —that luxurious tea from the mountain slopes of ('eylon. I se that and you may brew a tea which will equal the nectar of the Bods.” And she did. Mrs Mulrooney now delights as much in the rare flavour and exquisite satisfyingness of HONDAI LANKA TEA as her cat does In cream —both have attained the "BEST."