CHAPTER IX
MARY FRANCES GETS BREAKFAST
MARY FRANCES was a long time getting to sleep that night for thinking about breakfast.
She had her little cook book, and Mother's last letter under her pillow.
"Billy writes your lunches are 'scrumptious,'" ran her mother's letter. "I cannot tell how much comfort my little girl is to me."
"I've 'most a mind to tell Mother about the cook book," thought Mary Frances, "but won't she open her eyes when I tell her I've made everything—if I can keep the secret! I do hope I wake up in time. Father said he'd call me to breakfast, when he said "Good-night," but I want to slip down, and have everything ready when he comes."
So she fell asleep, and dreamed she made an Angel Cake as big as a mountain, and that Jubey stole it, and fed all the hungry cats in the World.
She had fixed the curtain so that the first sunlight would fall on her face, and it seemed only a breath of time until she felt it call her.