" "Well, I'll tell ye what, miss; if ye'll wet the tay an' pop the pot down on the hob, the eggs 'ull be done, an' by the time ye have them brought in the bread 'ull be toasted illigant.

Sit down there, an' don't saucer yer tay, but drink it like a Christian out

I'm thinking ye'll be taking tay with the Turks before you're a dale older.' 'Are we going to land, sergeant?' asked Horan eagerly.

"Or trade some furfur tay," suggested O'Flynn.