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"There's no good to mortal creature i' the bones or blood of her!" sighed Miss Witherspin, as she put the tablecloth on the top of the breakfast-things. That blessed day the girl did arrive sprang into the house like a rather loud sunbeam loud for a sunbeam, not for a young woman of sixteen.
Then I bethought myself of Dugald Dalgetty's excellent rule respecting the provant, and re-entered the kitchen. Early though it was, the breakfast-things had been cleared away; so I took the lid off the boiler under the safe, in search of the cake which ought to be kept there. But the house was afflicted with cake-famine too.
So, while she was removing the breakfast-things, I said to her, "Now, Louisa, get your work all finished, and everything put neatly aside, and then come here to me again." "Yes, ma'am." We sat down to our books, and read and waited; we waited and read another hour no Louisa.
Her first employment was to sweep up the breakfast-room, after the maid had removed the breakfast-things and placed back the table. She had never handled a broom, and was, of course, very awkward. With this awkwardness, Mrs. Tompkins had no patience, and once or twice took the broom from her hand, and directed her how to hold and use it, in a high tone, and half-angry manner.
"'Don't, for God's sake, shout so loud, he replied. 'Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves? "'Of course, was my answer, 'of course we are. "Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I were not quite sure. With a sweep of his hand he cleared a space in front of the breakfast-things, and leant forward more at his ease.
She had no appetite, but she knew that she ought to eat in order to keep up her strength and courage. She therefore drank some coffee, and ate the scones which the maid brought her. The girl then took away the breakfast-things, put fresh fuel on the fire, and departed by the lower door. Kitty would have kept her if she could. Even a deaf kitchen-maid was better than no company at all.
"Will you step up-stairs, sir; there's a fire in the morning-room." She led the way, and when she had left him in the bright little chamber where breakfast-things for one were laid on the table she departed to find, perhaps to arouse, her mistress. The young man went to the window and stared into the street. He returned to the fire and stared into the red flames.
She abstained from raising her eyes to his face, from one conscious word or glance; she locked herself into her pantry when she took down the breakfast-things, and avoided every encounter, even when she had begun to feel that it would have been more flattering had he made more efforts. At last, dire necessity obliged her to accept his aid in carrying her mistress's box down the stairs.
There was an interchange of ordinary greetings: from the Duke, a comment on the weather; from Zuleika, a hope that he was well again they had been so sorry to lose him last night. Then came a pause. The landlady's daughter was clearing away the breakfast-things. Zuleika glanced comprehensively at the room, and the Duke gazed at the hearthrug. The landlady's daughter clattered out with her freight.
You can remove the breakfast-things, and I'll go up to mother." Maggie ran upstairs. Mrs. Howland had eaten a little, very indifferent breakfast, and was looking weepy and washed-out as she sat in her faded dressing-gown near the open window. "Really, Maggie," she said when her daughter entered, "your ways frighten me most terribly! I do wish poor Mr.
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