"You had better not," said Aunt Cecilia languidly; "tea is not good for little girls."
But Beryl had already filled a cup for herself, and proceeded to enjoy the tea without further debate.
It was clear that asking her aunt's permission was a mere formality. Miss Hollys never expected that her injunctions would be regarded, and Beryl had long known that she could disobey her aunt with impunity. Filling her lap with sweet biscuits, Beryl sat down on the hearthrug to enjoy a little repast.
"It will keep her quiet! That's a mercy!" thought her aunt, as she turned again to her novel.
But Miss Hollys was soon reminded that Beryl could eat and talk at the same time.
"Do you think papa will soon be here, Aunt Cecilia?" she asked, with her mouth full of biscuit.
"I dare say," replied her aunt; "you had better make haste and eat your biscuits, or you won't be able to speak to him when he comes."
"What time would the train get to the station?" persisted Beryl.
"I can't tell you the exact time," replied Miss Cecilia; "perhaps Lucy may know."
But Beryl was not disposed to take this hint, and seek Lucy's company again.