"I do blame him for not speaking to me," said Cecil; "but that is not your fault, Miss Marshall."
"Well, my dear, what'll you have for dinner?"
"Please put the bone down, and make a little soup."
"That soup won't be ready for early dinner, Miss Ross."
"The soup will do for to-morrow's dinner. I am going out in a few moments, and I'll bring something fresh in from the butcher's. And please make a very large rice pudding, Miss Marshall, and let's have cabbage and plenty of potatoes. I'll bring the cabbage in when I come. I suppose there are plenty of potatoes left?"
"Never a one at all, my dear; you finished the last supply yesterday."
Cecil sighed.
"Well, I'll bring potatoes too," she said.
The landlady closed the door at last, and Cecil gave a sigh of relief.