No, you need not call her," she added severely, as Nancy made a move toward the hall door.

"I told her what time supper was, and now she will have to suffer the consequences.

She may as well begin at once to learn to be punctual.

When she comes down she may have bread and milk in the kitchen." "Yes, ma'am." It was well, perhaps, that Miss Polly did not happen to be looking at Nancy's face just then.
At the earliest possible moment after supper, Nancy crept up the back stairs and thence to the attic room.
"Bread and milk, indeed!--and when the poor lamb hain't only just cried herself to sleep," she was muttering fiercely, as she softly pushed open the door.

The next moment she gave a frightened cry.