He never do want it before eight o'clock." "Let me take up the lodger's supper, Ellen," Daisy's eager voice broke in.

She had got up in obedience to her stepmother, and was now laying the cloth.
"Certainly not! I told you he only wanted me to wait on him.

You have your work cut out looking after things down here--that's where I wants you to help me." Chandler also got up.

Somehow he didn't like to be doing nothing while Daisy was so busy.

"Yes," he said, looking across at Mrs.
Bunting, "I'd forgotten about your lodger.