She then waited impatiently from eight
o'clock till nine. During that time she put the breakfast on the stove
to keep it warm, and also made several trips to the front entry, where
she listened to see if she could hear any signs of movement on the part
of her new boarder.
When nine o'clock arrived she could restrain her impatience no longer,
and, going upstairs, she gave a sharp knock on the door of Quincy's
room.
"What is it?" answered a voice, somewhat sharply.
"It's nine o'clock, and your breakfast's most dried up," replied Mrs.
Hawkins.
"I don't wish for any breakfast," said the voice within the room, but in
a much pleasanter tone. "What time do you have dinner?"
"Twelve o'clock," said Mrs. Hawkins.
"All right," answered the voice, cheerfully. "I'll take my breakfast and
dinner together."
"That beats all," said Mrs. Hawkins, as she entered the kitchen.
"What beats all?" asked Betsy Green, who worked for Mrs. Hawkins.
"It beats all," repeated Mrs. Hawkins, "how these city folks can sit up
till twelve o'clock at night, and then go without their breakfast till
noontime.
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