Let us call it a tea-ish meal.

There was tea, certainly, for Anthea's fire blazed and crackled so kindly that it really seemed to be affectionately inviting the kettle to come and sit upon its lap.

So the kettle was brought and tea made.

But no milk could be found--so every one had six lumps of sugar to each cup instead.

The things to eat, on the other hand, were nicer than usual.