Come in! I'll be bound you are hungry.

What will you take?
Have a cup of tea, now, John; it will be four hours before suppertime, you know." "Very well, mother.

I haven't had my tea today, and I am a bit hungry." "Poor lad! You shall have your tea and a mouthful in a few minutes." "I'll go to my room, mother, and wash my face and hands.

I am not fit company for a dame so sweet as you are," and he lifted his right hand courteously as he passed her.
In less than half an hour there was tea and milk, cold meat and fruit before John, and his mother watched him eating with a beaming satisfaction.

And when John looked into her happy face he wondered at his dream in Edinburgh, and said gratefully to himself, "All is right with mother.