We came from the south, on Highway 17, from the Tea area, along the south section line, into the campgrounds area to this lot,

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

A man who wishes to make his way in life could do no better than go through the world with a boiling tea-kettle in his hand.

He was wondering why, in Britain, he could get just about every type of coffee possible, including some he felt were patently ridiculous, but finding a good cup of tea was becoming harder and harder.

There was a teapot, in which Mma Ramotswe -- the only lady private detective in Botwana -- brewed tea. And three mugs -- one for herself, one for her secretary, and one for the client. What else does a detective agency really need?