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"Why didn't you stay all night?" said the cook. "Here are the things," said Sara, and laid her purchases on the table. The cook looked over them, grumbling. She was in a very bad temper indeed. "May I have something to eat?" Sara asked rather faintly. "Tea's over and done with," was the answer. "Did you expect me to keep it hot for you?" Sara was silent a second.
You'd better get on with your tea. You'll be sent out again before you know where you are." Charlotte settled down. Sutton was standing beside her now, cutting bread and butter. "Hold on," he said. "That tea's all stewed and cold. I'll make you some of mine." She drank the hot, fragrant China tea he brought her. Presently she stood up. "I think I'll take John some of this."
"That's eatin', marm;" Master Gammon condescended to explain the nature of his habits. "I'm reg'lar in my drinkin'." Mrs. Sumfit smote her hands together. "O Lord, Mas' Gammon, the wearisomest old man I ever come across is you. More tea's in the pot, and it ain't watery, and you won't be comfortable. May you get forgiveness from above! is all I say, and I say no more. Mr.
"The tea's so hot, mamma!" said Virginia. "Then wait till it's cool, miss. Leave the teapot alone, sir!" "I'll thank you for some tea, mother," replied I. "I shall give my breakfast to old Nanny." "You'll take no breakfast out of this house," was the reply. "Why, mother? for a poor sick old woman." "Let her go to the parish." I now became angry myself.
'One lump, please, said the thoroughbred, looking at the fire. 'I thought I remembered, observed the millionaire. 'The tea's good, he added, 'and you'll have to excuse the cup. And there's no cream. 'I'll excuse anything, said the lady, 'I'm so glad to be here! 'Well, I'm glad to see you too, said Mr. Van Torp, giving her the cup. 'Crackers? I'll see if there're any in the cupboard.
"Feed's in the trough," said he, taking hold of the bridle. "I'll fix him. Better go into th' house. Tea's wanted." Feeling as sure that all the necessary evening's work was done as if he had performed it with his own hands, Gilbert silently followed the boy's familiar advice.
"Tea's ready," he said, as they entered the room; "you can't go away now, Mr. Reid. See these cookies? I went for them myself to Davidson the baker's, and they were so hot and new-baked that the bag burst and they all fell out on the road." "Mhor! You horrid little boy." "They're none the worse, Jean. I dusted them all with me useful little hanky, and the road wasn't so very dirty."
He hesitated a moment, and then went in to the kitchen to find his wife. "That child's in my chair," he said. Ellen was setting the tray for her husband's tea. "Yes ... I know," she replied. "I I did mention it, but 'e 'asn't moved." "Well, take 'im out," ordered Stott, but he dropped his voice. "Does it matter?" asked his wife. "Tea's just ready. Time that's done 'e'll be ready for 'is bath."
Then, as if he remembered that after all she was ill and must be humoured, he began, while her bosom still rose and fell rapidly, to talk with an assumption that nothing much had happened. "Come, sit down again, Bessie. The tea's in the pot and I'll have it ready in a couple of jiffs. What a ridiculous little girl you are, to take on like that!... And I say, listen!
Zoeth, who was evidently much disturbed, rose and laid a hand on his arm. "There, there, Isaiah," he pleaded. "Don't act so. We ain't findin' any fault. Shadrach wasn't findin' fault, was you, Shadrach?" "No, no, course I wasn't. Don't talk so foolish, Isaiah. Nobody wants you to quit. All I said was Come back here and set down. Your tea's gettin' all cold."
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