I saw granny trying to eat a piece of bread and dripping that they gave her and then lay it down without a word: no wonder her poor cheeks were so white and sunken.
Mrs.Drabble had promised me some more beef-tea, so I warmed a cupful for granny and broke up a slice of stale bread in it: it was touching to see her enjoyment of the warm food.

The eldest boy, Tim, was nearly eleven years old, and looked a sharp little fellow, so I set him to clean up the kitchen with Peggy and make things a little tidier, and promised some buns to all the children who had clean faces and hands at tea-time.
I left Hope still at work when I went up to the White Cottage to eat some dinner.

Mrs.Barton had made a delicate custard-pudding, which I carried off for the invalid's and granny's supper.

My young healthy appetite needed no tempting, and my morning's work had only whetted it.

I did not linger long in my pretty parlour, for a heavy task was before me.