The toast is ready, tea waiting to be infused.

But what happened?
No, don't begin telling me till you get yourself ready.

But hurry, your meeting hour will be on in no time." "Right-o, dad! Shame to make a slavey of you in this way.

I'll be out in a jiffy." He threw off his coat and vest, shirt and collar, took a pail of water to a big block in the little shed at the back, soused his head and shoulders in it with loud snorting and puffing, and emerged in a few minutes looking refreshed, clean and wholesome, his handsome face shining with vigorous health.
Together they stood at the table while the son said a few words of reverent grace.
"I'm ravenous, dad.

What! Fried potatoes! Oh, you are a brick." "Tired, boy ?" "No.