Remember that God sends the good things for us to eat; and as long as we don't take more than our share, and give away something to those who haven't a fair share of their own, I for one think it quite right to enjoy my victuals.

Jane, this bread sauce isn't hot.

It never is hot.
Don't tell me; I know what hot is!" Dorothy thought that her aunt was very angry; but Jane knew Miss Stanbury better, and bore the scolding without shaking in her shoes.
"And now, my dear, you must take a glass of port wine.

It will do you good after your journey." Dorothy attempted to explain that she never did drink any wine, but her aunt talked down her scruples at once.
"One glass of port wine never did anybody any harm, and as there is port wine, it must be intended that somebody should drink it." Miss Stanbury, as she sipped hers out very slowly, seemed to enjoy it much.

Although May had come, there was a fire in the grate, and she sat with her toes on the fender, and her silk dress folded up above her knees.