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In the morning, Linda had breakfast in the kitchen. The maid had not been warmly welcoming, but when Linda said she wanted to save the bother of setting and clearing the sitting room table, Gertrude grumblingly admitted that was reasonable. Linda chose the far side of the table where she would be out of Gertrude's way, set a single place, and set up her dripolater. After a moment in which the maid cast sidelong glances at the arrangement, she came over to the table.
"How does that work, miss?"
"Very simple. You put this paper init's called a filterthen add a measure of coffee, and pour a cup and a quarter of hot water over it."
"That's nice, miss. I could do that for Mr. Peter. He's always asking for coffee, but I can't make it. Those pots with all those holes in them seem crazy to me. This is like tea, sort of. I'll ask madam to have you buy one for meif you wouldn't mind, miss."
"I have an extra one, Gertrude. They came as a set, so I had to buy two." That wasn't strictly true; Linda could have purchased a single, but she had decided to buy the set for a few shillings more. Somehow she didn't feel like explaining that she had also thought of making coffee for Peter Tattersall. "If it's all right with you, I'll leave them both in the kitchen and the coffee in the refrigerator, and you can put them all on the trolley at lunch and tea time if Mr. Tattersall comes."

 
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