"
Lady Warburton had turned away, and there ensued a somewhat
embarrassing pause.
"Elizabeth," she said suddenly, "if I don't mistake, somebody is
frying bacon somewhere, and I'm ravenously hungry."
"So am I," cried the Imp.
"And so am I," Dorothy chimed in.
"Then suppose we have breakfast," I suggested, and in almost less
time than it takes to tell I was leading the way across the green
with Lady Warburton on my arm - actually leaning on my arm. It all
happened so quickly that Heaven and Lisbeth alone know how she got
there.
And now who so surprised to see us as honest Amos Baggett, ushering
us with many bows and smiles into the Sanded Parlour, where breakfast
was soon ready; and who so quick and dexterous in attending to our
wants as the rosy-cheeked chambermaid?
And what a breakfast that was! Never had the antique andirons on
the hearth, the pewter plates and dishes upon the walls, the
brass-bound blunderbuss above the mantel seemed so bright and
polished before, and surely never had they gleamed upon a merrier
company. To be sure, the Imp's remarks were somewhat few and far
between, but that was simply on account of the blackberry jam.
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