I shall die if they keep me here four-and-twenty hours longer." By way of preparing for death, Miss Dane promptly sat down to the table and eat her breakfast with the hearty appetite of youth and good health.
"It's better than being fed on bread and water, anyhow," she reflected, as she finished; "but I should greatly prefer the bread and water, if sweetened with freedom.

What on earth shall I do with myself?
If they had only left me a book!" But they hadn't, and the long, dull hours wore on--how long and how dull only prisoners know.

But noon came at last, and with it came Sarah, carrying a second tray.

Mollie was on the watch for the door to open.
She had some vague idea of making a rush for it, but there stood a stalwart man on guard.
"Here is your dinner, Miss Dane.

I hope you liked your breakfast." But the sight of the sentinel without had made Mollie sulky, and she turned her back upon the girl with silent contempt.
Sarah departed, and Mollie suffered her dinner to stand and grow cold.
She was too cross to eat, but by and by she awoke to the fact that she was hungry.
"And then it will help to pass the time," thought the unhappy prisoner, sitting down.