Quotes of Ethel Pochocki

“ He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forgetmenots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. "I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man. ”

- Ethel Pochocki
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