If you are happy and amused I am content, and if the tea is cold it is your loss, not ours.

Now, my boy, as soon as you have washed your hands we will have tea." It was a simple meal, thick slices of bread and butter and tea, for Mrs.
Hargate could only afford to put meat upon the table once a day, and even for that several times in the week fish was substituted, when the weather was fine and the fishing boats returned, when well laden.

Frank fortunately cared very little what he ate, and what was good enough for his mother was good enough for him.

In his father's lifetime things had been different, but Captain Hargate had fallen in battle in New Zealand.
He had nothing besides his pay, and his wife and children had lived with him in barracks until his regiment was ordered out to New Zealand, when he had placed his wife in the little cottage she now occupied.

He had fallen in an attack on a Maori pah, a fortnight after landing in New Zealand.