“There is another thing,” said Benny. “I don't go about telling tales, but I do think it is time you knew. The girls tell everybody that you like to do the housework so much that they don't dare interfere. And it isn't so. They may have taught themselves to think it is so, but it isn't. You would like a little time for fancy-work and reading as well as they do.”
“Please get the cream and butter, and see if they are all in the house,” said Annie. She spoke as usual, but the strange expression remained in her face. It was still there when the family were all gathered at the table and she was serving the puffy omelet. Jane noticed it first.
“What makes you look so odd, Annie?” said she.
“I don't know how I look odd,” replied Annie.
They all gazed at her then, her father with some anxiety. “You don't look yourself,” he said. “You are feeling well, aren't you, Annie?”
“Quite well, thank you, father.”
But after the omelet was served and the tea poured Annie rose.
“Where are you going, Annie?” asked Imogen, in her sarcastic voice.
“To my room, or perhaps out in the orchard.”
“It will be sopping wet out there after the shower,” said Eliza. “Are you crazy, Annie?”