In a very short time Valmai returned, carrying a tray laid out neatly with tea-things for two; and, drawing a little round table towards the bed, placed the tray upon it, while Mrs. Finch brought in some slices of cold ham.
"There, you see," said Valmai, "I'm making myself quite at home. I asked Mrs. Finch for that ham."
"Of course you did, may dear! Didn't Ay tell you, you old addlepate," he said, turning to poor Mrs. Finch, whose only desire seemed to be to find a place for the ham and get out of the room—"didn't Ay tell you the lil gel would come?"
"Iss you did—many taimes to-day," said Mrs. Finch, while the old man fumbled about for another book to throw after her.
Valmai laughed, but chided gently;
"Oh, poor old thing, uncle! She flew about like lightning to get the tea ready. 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.