"That's right; don't trouble yourself about the breakfast we are all ears." "And all jaws! I see through you, my pretties! while I am speaking, your teeth will be in motion, and the turkey would be finished before my story. Be patient; I will reserve it for the dessert."
Iris said nothing. "And he is to have a public funeral, isn't he?" said Diana, "and a beautiful insipcron. Do say he is, and let us have the funeral to-morrow." "I am awfully sorry," said Iris, then; "I did love Rub-a-Dub. Yes, Di; I'll think it over. We can meet after breakfast in the dead-house and settle what to do."
There would be time enough for breakfast when she arrived in Paris. Her hands trembled violently as she pinned on her hat, and she was not greatly concerned as to the angle. She snatched up her purse and cloak, and sped out into the street. A phaeton awaited her. "The tram," she said. "Yes, Mademoiselle." "And go quickly." She would not feel safe until she was in the tram.
Indeed, the parlor was full of company, and I told her she might go if she wished. I suppose she will be back early in the morning." His face darkened instantly, and she felt that he was searching her with his piercing eyes. "All this sounds extremely improbable to me. If she is not at home again at breakfast, take the carriage and go after her. Mind, May!
She had no idea whether it was late or early, and was going to get up to look at her watch, when she heard the first bell, half an hour before breakfast, and this was the time when Cecilia usually opened the door between their rooms.
But we must wait here until the Germans have left the house." "I suppose they will go as soon as they have finished their breakfast." "I hope so; we haven't any time to waste." The boys sat down and waited. What seemed like hours later, the door to the closet above again opened, and the voice of the girl floated down the stairway. "It's all right, now," she exclaimed. "They have gone.
They come out of the nether cold of the night and it is the chill of their passing which often brings the temperature a little lower as the sun shows above the horizon, but they go to him to get warm just as the rest of us do. It may be fancy, but it always seems to me that the morning birds on their first hunt for breakfast work eastward.
"My lady is sleeping; she has had a bad night; I thought it best not to awake her," answered Phoebe. "You did right. Let me know when she is awake and ready to receive me. You may go now." Phoebe returned to her cold and comfortless breakfast, and had but just finished it when a second bell rang. This time it was her mistress, and she hurried to answer it.
As I stood at the depot and watched the long columns of smoke from the chimneys it scarcely seemed that I was the only inhabitant of the town. After I had had breakfast and done up the work at the barn, I sat down in the office and was glad enough that it was Sunday.