Dear little tea pot

(1993 December)
When she [Susan Hirschy] grew older, she became v v fond of tea, and showed this by finishing up all of that elixir left in their tea cups by the company.  So after a few years, I put the kettle on when she was coming and brewed our own tea in my dear little copper tea pot, which through the years somehow was felt to belong to both of us.  "Shall I get out our dear little tea pot?" she'd say.  This affection, and her affection for me, led me to give that dear little pot to her today.  I hope you won't feel too bad about it.  As one gets older and older, one is more inclined to part with keepsakes, I find.  [P.S.]  Do say it's all right.