"What's that?" abruptly demanded Mollie.
Sarah courtesied respectfully.
"Your breakfast, miss."
"It is to-morrow, then?" said Mollie.
"It is to-day, miss," responded the girl, with a smile.
"What's the hour?"
"Past eight, Miss Dane."
"Are you going to stay here with me?"
"No, miss."
"Why did you tell me such lies last night, you shameful girl?"