Still it was a long time since he had made himself a cup of tea, and he became a little impatient for the cold water took a long time to boil.
The kettle was just beginning to sing, when the door which led to the flight of stairs connecting the scullery with the upper floors of the house opened quietly, and Betty appeared--Betty, in a becoming blue dressing-gown, which intensified the peachy clearness of her skin, and the glint of pale gold in the shadowed fairness of her hair.

Morning was Betty's hour.

As the day wore on, she was apt to become fagged and worried, especially since Nanna's accident.
Just for a moment she looked very much taken aback, then she smiled, "I've come down to make a cup of tea for Nanna." "So I suppose, but _you_ must have a cup first.

See, I'm making some for you." "Are you ?" She tried not to show the surprise she felt.
"While you're having it, we'll make Nanna a cup of tea with the water in the thermos there.

But where's the milk ?" He saw her face from merry become sad.