morning tea

The smell of grilled meat mixes with the exotic wafts of cinnamon tea served with a mush of sweet brown dessert.

“This is a distressing predicament for these young people,” thought Mr. Pickwick, as he dressed himself next morning.

On the morning after Ramona's disappearance, words had been spoken by each which neither would ever forget.

The lady in black was reading her morning devotions on the porch of a neighboring bathhouse.

There he gave orders for the car to be put into running condition for the following morning, and returned to the hotel.

Being quieted by the Captain with a draught of cold tea, and made to sit down, the examination of the book proceeded.