"Now, where can that beefsteak have gone to?" murmured the girl, whilst Charles called to mind the criminal countenances of the two faithful cats, and the business-like manner in which they had left the room.
"Search again, Susannah."
A frightful crash of crockery came as a reply.
"Susannah!"
"Yes, miss."
"Don't look any more, I will go out and buy something."
"Don't mind me," said Charles. "Anything will do for me; I am used—I mean——"
"I am not going to have father come back and find you starved to death; he'd kill me. I'm going out marketing; will you come?"
"With pleasure."
"Then wait till I fetch my hat and a basket."