Uncle Bryan stared at the unexpected fare.
'You see what it is to be a young lady,' he said; hitherto we have always been contented with bread-and-cheese.'
'This is much nicer,' said Jessie, beginning to eat; 'are you not going to have some?'
'No. Give me some bread-and-cheese, Emma.'
The girl was too much occupied with her supper to bandy words with him; she ate heartily, and when she had finished, asked uncle Bryan if he did not feel in a better humour.
'I always do,' she remarked, 'after meals. There is only one thing I want now to make me feel quite amiable.'
'Then,' said uncle Bryan sententiously, 'all the trouble in the world would come to an end.'
She nodded acquiescently.
'And that one thing is----' he questioned.
'Something I sha'n't get. I see it in your face; it is really too much to ask for.'