The obedient bell in the lower regions began ringing the announcement of the meal.

The tolling over, the head of the family thrust his hands into the great tail-pockets of his great blue coat with brass buttons, and without waiting for a further announcement strode downstairs alone, scowling over his shoulder at the four females.
"What's the matter now, my dear ?" asked one of the other, as they rose and tripped gingerly behind the sire.

"I suppose the funds are falling," whispered Miss Wirt; and so, trembling and in silence, this hushed female company followed their dark leader.

They took their places in silence.

He growled out a blessing, which sounded as gruffly as a curse.