The breaking of the glass seemed to have a calming effect upon her temper, and she was moving about more quietly when her mistress came in to see what was broken.
"Another tumbler, Elizabeth?" she said, taking up one of the broken pieces.
"Another! I haven't broke one before," said the girl gruffly.
"Didn't you break one last week?" queried Mrs. Spencer. "And didn't I tell you then that you would have to pay for the next out of your own money?"
"But I didn't say I'd do it," answered Lizzie pertly.
"No! But I shall expect it done; and therefore I shall stop sixpence—the value of it—out of your next month's money."
"Then I won't stop here," said Lizzie, throwing down the salt spoon she had in her hand. "I'm not going to work hard for my money, and then buy your glasses with it, and—"
But her mistress turned round and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Lizzie to rave at the walls if she pleased; for she closed the door as she went out, so that no one should hear what the foolish girl said.
[CHAPTER II.]
AT THE FAIR.