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By this time Betsy Jane brought a basin of water, which she dashed in the face of the unconscious woman, who soon began to revive. "Pennyr'yal tea'll settle her stomach quicker'n anything else," said Mrs. Douglas. "I'll clap a little right on the stove;" and, helping Madam Conway to the sofa, she left the room. "There may possibly be a mistake, after all," thought Maggie.
"There!" she said, standing by the table waiting for him, "you come as quick's you can. Your tea'll be cold." So they drank their tea together, and Tira forced herself to eat, and, from the store of woman's experience within her, knew she ought to urge him also to hearten himself with meat and bread. But she did not dare. She could feel the misery of his sick mind. She had always felt it.
"Pleeceman?" said Racey. "No, I don't mean that. The policeman only takes them to prison, he doesn't keep them when they are once there. But let's get on with the toast, or our tea'll be all cold before we're ready for it." It was no good thinking of splitting the slices, we had to make the best of them, thick as they were. And it took all our planningness to do without a toasting-fork.
"Excuse me a few minutes, nephew," said Aunt Deborah, gathering up her knitting and rising from her chair. "I must go out and see about tea. Maybe you'd like to read that nice book you brought." "No, I thank you, aunt. I think I'll take a little walk round your place, if you'll allow me." "Sartin, Ferdinand. Only come back in half an hour; tea'll be ready then." "Yea, aunt, I'll remember."
There's a nice bit of fried fish. Not feeling up to it?" "Oh, no! I couldn't touch anything." She let herself drop on the sofa. "A cup of tea'll do you good," said Esther. "You must have a cup of tea, and a bit of toast just to nibble. William, pour her out a cup of tea." When she had drunk the tea she said she felt a little better. "Now," said William, "let's 'ear all about it.
Won't you sit down?" and dusting a chair with her apron, she handed it to him. Then turning to Esther, she said "Sit yourself down, dear; tea'll be ready in a moment." She was one of those women who, although their apron-strings are a good yard in length, preserve a strange agility of movement and a pleasant vivacity of speech.
We go out of that door, and up a flight of steps, and there's the matron's room on the top and a visitor's room next to it, and tea'll be there. It will be a fiendish squash, and I wouldn't go if I hadn't you to get me tea and take me away afterwards as soon as possible." "I'm highly privileged, I'm sure," said Peter again, quite deliberately. She laughed. "You are," she said.
"Oh no, dearie," she said. "Make haste, or the tea'll be as black as coal. Jessie, you're a pig! I do spoil her." Julian called the little dog to him. She came voraciously, her minute and rat-like body tense with greed. "She's a pretty dog," he said. "Yes," the lady rejoined proudly. "She's a show dog. She was give to me, and I wouldn't part with her for nuts, no, nor for diamonds neither.
She's worth a dozen of the long-boat and quite worth all the trouble we've took to put her where she is." Rejoining me as I stood watching the long-boat, that had been cast adrift, he remarked, with a clumsy effort at civility: "Tea'll be coming along aft in about five minutes, and I reckon you'll be glad of a cup.
"The sweet and fragrant perfumes like that from the Aglaia; In goodness and appearance my tea'll be the best in Wuyen, When all are picked, the new buds by next term will again burst forth, And this morning, the last third gathered is quite done.
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