"Moggie! Fry me three eggs this morning with the bacon--do you
hear?"
Three eggs! Fried with bacon! And all comfortably set out at the end
of the kitchen table. And to think that she might be going down to
breakfast at the same time, with Mr. Gammon's jokes for a relish!
"Oh, the wretches! The mean, selfish brutes!"
She stamped about the floor to ease her nerves as she put on a
common hat and an old jacket. She unlocked her door with violence,
banged it open, and slammed it to again. From the staircase window
she saw that the rain was falling more heavily, and she could not
wait, for she felt hungry--after hearing about those three eggs. If
she met anyone down below!
And, as chance had it, she met Mrs. Cheeseman just coming up to her
room from the kitchen with a dish of sausages. The woman grinned and
turned her head away. Polly had never been so tempted to commit an
assault; she thought. with a burning brain how effective would be
one smart stroke on the dish of sausages with the handle of her
umbrella.
Still hot from this encounter in the passage she came face to face
with Mrs.
Pages:
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99