"If I could eat all the time, I shouldn't so much mind." After dinner she coiled herself up in one of the arm-chairs and fell asleep.

She slept long, and awoke refreshed, but what time it was she could not judge; eternal gas-light and silence reigned in her prison.
"Oh, dear, dear! what will become of me if this sort of thing goes on ?" cried Mollie, aloud, starting up and wringing her hands.

"I shall go stark, staring mad! Oh, what crime did my father and mother ever commit, that their sin should be visited upon me like this?
I will stab myself with the carving-knife to-morrow, after dinner, if this keeps on!" Mollie paced up and down like a bedlamite, sobbing and scolding to herself, and quite broken down with one day's imprisonment.
"I thought I could stand it--I thought I could defy him; I had no idea being imprisoned was so awful.

I wish I could die and make an end of it! I'd starve myself to death, only I get so dreadful hungry, and I daren't cut my throat, because the sight of blood makes me sick, and I know it must hurt.

Oh, Mollie Dane, you miserable little wretch! I wish you had never been born!" Another dreary interval, and then for the third time came Sarah bearing a tray.
"Your supper, miss." said Sarah, going through the formula.