I never do." "You'd better, miss." "I could not think of it." "It makes no more trouble--less, miss, than if I had to get it when the room-breakfast was on.

I've got to get the things together anyhow; and why shouldn't you have it as well as Mrs.Perkin, or that ill-tempered cockatoo, Mrs.Folter?
You're a lady, and that's more'n can be said for either of them--justly, that is." "You don't mean," said Mary, surprised out of her discretion, "that the housekeeper and the lady's-maid have breakfast in bed ?" "It's every blessed mornin' as I've got to take it up to 'em, miss, upon my word of honor, with a soft-biled egg, or a box o' sardines, new-opened, or a slice o' breakfast bacon, streaky.

An' I do _not_ think as it belongs proper to my place; only you see, miss, the kitchen-maid has got to do it for the cook, an' if I don't, who is there?
It's not them would let the scullery-maid come near them in their beds." "Does Mrs.Perkin know that the cook and the lady's-maid have it as well as herself ?" "Not she, miss; she'd soon make their coffee too 'ot! She's the only lady down stairs--she is! No more don't Mrs.Folter know as the cook has hers, only, if she did, it wouldn't make no differ, for she daren't tell.

And cook, to be sure, it ain't her breakfast, only a cup o' tea an' a bit o' toast, to get her heart up first." "Well," said Mary, "I certainly shall not add another to the breakfasts in bed.

But I must trouble you all the same to bring it me here.