"I ain't likely to forget that. Servants seem to have no rights in these days."
"Certainly not the right to be insolent!" said Mrs. Lloyd.
Fanny went out of the room, and shut the door with a bang.
As she sat over her dinner in the kitchen, she recalled something else her friend had told her. She was to have her wages raised in a few weeks' time, and it had been brought about by having given her mistress notice to leave, and it occurred to Fanny that she might do the same thing with a similar advantage. Mrs. Lloyd was evidently annoyed, "cross," Fanny called it, and she took care to do all that was possible to vex her through the afternoon, and when at last the lady said, in a tone of expostulation, "Fanny, you really must be more careful," she said, in reply, "Well, as I don't seem to please you lately, I'll go this day month."
"I cannot take your notice to-day, Fanny, and I hope by to-morrow you will have thought over what has happened, and be ready to beg my pardon for what has occurred."
"Beg your pardon!" repeated Fanny, in an angry tone. "That I never will, and so you need not think it."
"Leave the room at once, Fanny; you have said quite enough for to-day," said her mistress, in a firm tone, and Fanny went out, feeling somewhat ashamed of herself.
The visitor came a few minutes after five, and Fanny carried in tea and had her own before the clock struck the half-hour, and she was dressed and ready to go out by ten minutes to six.
She did not go where she was likely to meet her father, but in another direction to see her new friend, Miriam.
"You are late," grumbled Miriam; "I told you to meet me a quarter to six, and it will strike in a minute or two!"