And to think that she might be going down to breakfast at the same time, with Mr.Gammon's jokes for a relish! "Oh, the wretches! The mean, selfish brutes!" She stamped about the floor to ease her nerves as she put on a common hat and an old jacket.

She unlocked her door with violence, banged it open, and slammed it to again.

From the staircase window she saw that the rain was falling more heavily, and she could not wait, for she felt hungry--after hearing about those three eggs.

If she met anyone down below! And, as chance had it, she met Mrs.Cheeseman just coming up to her room from the kitchen with a dish of sausages.

The woman grinned and turned her head away.