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"Wha's speakin' aboot stars?" says I; "I'm speerin' if your tea's het eneuch?" "O, ay, yea, I daursay; it's a' richt," says Sandy. "I was mindin' aboot Sirias, the nearest fixed star, ye ken. I winder what it's fixed wi'?" Seven o'clock cam' roond, an' Dauvid's bairns gaed throo oor entry like's they'd startit for Sandy's fixed star.
And, Kenny, I told Hannah, that I'm going to marry you and she cried and kissed me and and poured a wash-bowl full of tea for Hughie to wash his hands in!" "The heart of her!" said Kenny. "Come, girleen. The tea's ready. I want to see you pour it." He watched with his heart in his eyes while she poured his tea.
"But come in, Duncan, the tea's waiting, and I want a cup myself." "And I am regularly tired out," cried my father. "Here, Sam, feed the pony well, for he has worked hard." Sam, who had heard the pony coming, took the rein and led it off to the stable, while I followed my father into the little parlour, where the doctor caught him by the arm.
The oval table was neatly laid for breakfast, and a handsome brown setter lay basking in the light of the fire. Altogether, the apartment had a very comfortable and home-like look. "The tea's made, miss," said the servant; "and I've a savoury omelette ready to set upon the table. Perhaps you'd Like to step upstairs and take off your things before you have your breakfast?
Barbecue-Smith was tossed on the floor. "It's time we went to see if tea's ready," said Priscilla. She hoisted herself up from the sofa and went swishing off across the room, striding beneath the trailing silk. Denis followed her, faintly humming to himself: "That's why I'm going to Sing in op'ra, sing in op'ra, Sing in op-pop-pop-pop-popera."
"Good day, lad," said I. "Good day, sir." "You're rather off the tracks for a foot-man;" said I. "Are you looking for your horse?" "Deuce a horse have I got to my name, sir, have you got a feed of anything? I'm nigh starved." "Ay, surely: the tea's cold; put it on the embers and warm it a bit; here's beef, and damper too, plenty." I lit another pipe and watched his meal.
He whispered in her ear: "Courage, little mother!" Ringing the bell at the low front step of a two-story brick dwelling, Duff Salter was admitted by Mr. Knox Van de Lear, the proprietor, a tall, plain, commonplace man, who scarcely bore one feature of his venerable father. "Come in, Mr. Salter," bellowed Knox, "tea's just a-waitin' for you. Pap's here. You know Cal, certain!
"I think I'll go," she slowly said, apparently balancing some point in her mind. "If you do go, you should make haste and put your things on," suggested Miss Amilly. And Sibylla acquiesced, and left the room. "Has Mr. Jan been told that the tea's ready, I wonder?" cried Miss Deborah. Mr.
She murmured her gratitude. "Won't mind, will you, if I bring in anything on my hip? Tea's mighty weak for a growing boy." They all laughed, and as she and Claybrook made their way to the elevator, the Thompsons stood in the hall calling gibes and parting injunctions after them. "Great old scout," commented Claybrook as they descended to the ground floor. "Sure been a good friend to me."
Don't you see, Kenny? I can look on and learn to understand it. I should like that. Come, painter-man! The tea's cold. And it's growing dark. We'd better light the lamp." With the tea-pot singing again on the fire and the lamp lighted, Kenny, but momentarily tractable, had another interval of rebellion. Joan, in New York, might better be his wife.
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