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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I don't know, I'm afraid not," replied the little girl doubtfully. "You must coax him, as I do my papa," said Lucy. But at this Elsie only shook her head, and just then the breakfast-bell rang. Mr. Dinsmore was already in the breakfast-room, and Elsie, going up to him, said, "Good morning, papa."
"Was was that the rising-bell or the breakfast-bell?" "'Twas the breakfast-bell." There was dead silence for a moment, and then Budge shouted: "Well, we'll call that the risin'-bell. You can ring another bell for breakfast pretty soon when I get dressed."
I refer to a nice little bookcase containing copies of all our Australian poets, and two or three dozen novels which I had often longed to read. I read the first chapters of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell.
The breakfast-bell rang at that moment; and grandma Elsie, rising, took Lulu's hand, saying, "Come, my dear, you need not shrink from joining us at the table: no one will be disposed to treat you unkindly." As she spoke, the door opened, and Capt. Raymond and Violet came in.
Step down the corridor, and turn into the passage-way at the right; the second door." Jessie bowed her thanks, and murmured that she would be very grateful for a cup of tea. It was not long before she heard the breakfast-bell. Hastily quitting the room, she made her way down the corridor.
The writing was his own; the form of every letter was familiar; the heavy punctuation and clean, closely written lines such as the compositor loved to deal with; and while he turned the leaves over he wondered if ever he would do better, for he knew that it was good. As the breakfast-bell echoed through the house Christian ran downstairs.
Madame could strangle her, but she smiles sweetly, and speaks with subtle tenderness in which there is a touch of longing. Floyd wonders again how it is that Cecil is blind to all this attraction. Then the conversation drops to commonplaces, and the breakfast-bell rings. There is so much to do. To-morrow is the wedding morning, and the guests will begin to come to-day.
The breakfast-bell rang, and we went in, but that morning meal did not fulfil Mercer's prophecy and carry off my ailment, for I could not touch a bit. "Oh, you are a fellow!" cried my comrade. "Well; perhaps you are right. My father says it's best not to eat and drink when you have a bad headache. But look sharp and get well; the chaps will be over in good time."
Well, the birds were singing, and Dora and the boys were making a great chatter, like a whole colony of sparrows, under my window. Still I felt as if I had twenty questions to settle before I could get up comfortably, and so lay on and on till the breakfast-bell rang: and I was not more than half dressed when my mother came to see why I was late; for I had not been late forever so long before.
See here " he rose upright from having stooped over certain newly upspringing shoots, and favoured his sister with a sharp glance. "What's the matter with you and Don hitting it off? That would leave Jarve to Janet, and make a mighty nice combination of us eh? Judging by appearances Don wouldn't object a bit. I say where are you going?" "Didn't you hear the breakfast-bell?"
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