"Why did you tell me such lies last night, you shameful girl?"

"I told you what I was ordered to tell you."

"By whom?"

"My master."

"Who is your master? Old Satan?"

"I hope not, miss."

"Who, then? What is his name?"

"Excuse me. Miss Dane," said the girl, quietly. "I must answer no
questions."

"You are a hard-hearted creature, and you ought to be ashamed of
yourself!" exclaimed Mollie, indignantly. "Where is your master? Here?"

"Miss Dane, I repeat it--I can answer no questions, and I must go. Here
is your breakfast. I hope you will enjoy it."

"Yes," said Mollie, scornfully, "it is very likely I enjoy eating and
drinking in this place! Take it away. I don't want victuals--I mean to
starve myself to death."

But she looked at the table as she spoke, and was inwardly not at all
displeased to see the golden coffee, the buckwheat cakes, the eggs, and
ham, and toast.