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His little daughter was standing up there with one hand on the banisters. She scrambled on to them and came sliding down, her frock up to her eyes, and her holland knickers to her middle. Mr. Bosengate said mildly: "Well, that's elegant!" "Tea's in the summer-house. Mummy's waiting. Come on!" With her hand in his, Mr.
But somehow even his youthful ardour could not say it, so full of pure and tremulous pain was the gaze fixed upon him. And, indeed, he had no time for any answer, for she had just spoken when the bell of the outer door sounded, and a step came rapidly through the shop. 'Father! said Lucy, lifting the lid of the teapot in a great hurry. 'Oh, I wonder if the tea's good enough.
"Come and eat your breakfast, child," was all she said at the moment. "The tea's quite cold." Laura sat down and fell to with appetite, but also with a side-glance at the generous pile of bread and meat growing under Mother's hands. "I shall never eat all that," she said ungraciously; it galled her still to be considered a greedy child with an insatiable stomach.
"I wasna born on a Sabbath," retorted Jess. "Na, na, dinna tell me Eppie's fond o' her. Tell Eppie to come but to the kitchen when the tea's ower." Jess and Eppie had half an hour's conversation alone, and then our guests left. "It's a richt guid thing," said Hendry, "'at Eppie has ta'en sic a notion o' the wife." "Ou, ay," said Jess. Then Hendry hobbled out of the house. "What said Eppie to ye?"
But suddenly he turned round on the bench, then seemed to ponder, dropped his eyes, and held out his empty glass to me. 'Give me some of your rum, he said. 'But the tea's all finished. 'Never mind, as it is, without tea... Ah h! Karataev laid his head in his hands and leaned his elbows on the table.
He had been smitten dead at the moment that she loved him dearest. Her sister Kate came in. She had been spending the day with friends in another part of London. When just within the door she stopped and looked at the body nervously. 'Emma! she said. 'Why don't you come downstairs? Mrs. Lake'll let us have her back room, and tea's waiting for you. I wonder how you can stay here. 'I can't come.
"All the same," said Jean, "I think we'll leave the cookies to you and Jock. The other things are baked at home, Mr. Reid, and are quite safe. Mhor, tell Jock tea's in, and wash your hands." So Peter Reid found himself, like Balaam, remaining to bless. After all, why should he turn these people out of their home?
"I ain't a complaining man, and be young, if you can, I say, and walk about and look at shops; but, I'm at my tea: I come home rather tired there's the tea-things, sure enough, and tea's made, and, maybe, there's a shrimp or two; she attends to your creature comforts.
"Then go along, and let me sleep, if I can." "Sartin, miss; but let me do somethin' for yer head," said Victoria, out of the goodness of her heart. "No, no; I only want to be let alone." "If yer'd only let me bathe it wid cologny," persisted Vic. "I don't want it bathed," fretted Elsie. "Laws, miss, it does a heap o' good! Pennyryal tea's good " "Oh, do go away!" groaned Elsie.
"I did the chopping before the scurvy got bad," he said. "Then I got a moose right at the start. I've been living high all right. It's the scurvy that's run me down." He filled the glass, and added, "But the spruce tea's knocking it, I think." "Have another," the barkeeper said. The action of the two glasses of whisky on Morganson's empty stomach and weak condition was rapid.
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