"I'm in my eighth year," she went on with dignity, "and I'm accustomed—"
"'Good-morning!' is the custom in this house," said the old lady.
"Oh! Good-morning!" Slight pause. "The servant says you told her I wasn't to have coffee."
"Well?"
"I always have it at home."
"You're not at home now."
"But I can't eat breakfast without—"
"There's no need for you to eat breakfast if you're not hungry."
"Why can't I have coffee?"
"Because I think it injurious"—the keen old eyes caught the swift disdain of the child's glance at the half-empty cup on the tray—"very injurious for children," she added.