Now, here's a lovely cup of tea!" "Ah! It do smell beautiful!" And he allowed himself to be raised up on his pillow, while he drank the tea down at a gulp.
"Bravo! uncle," said Valmai; "ready for another ?" "Another! Oh, dash it, no; one's enough, may dear.

'Twas very naice and refreshing.

Now you have your tea, and let me look at you." And as Valmai partook of her tea and bread and butter and ham, even his hospitable feelings were satisfied.
"Now I'm going to ring for Mrs.Finch to take these things away, uncle; no more books, mind!" "No, no," he said, laughing; "she's had four to-day, and a pair of slippers, and that'll do for one day.

After all, she's a good ole sole! though why sole more than whiting or mackerel Ay never could make ewt.

She knows me and my ways, may dear, and Ay pay her well.