Presently some one knocked upon her door, and she heard a bolt moved—it having been placed there during the night. Then Mrs. Goddard appeared before her, smiling a gracious good-morning, and bearing a tray, upon which there was a daintily arranged breakfast.
"We thought it best for you to eat here, since you do not feel like coming down to the dining-room," she kindly remarked, as she set the tray upon the table.
Edith opened her lips to make some scathing retort; but, a bright thought suddenly flashing through her mind, she checked herself, and replied, appreciatively:
"Thank you, Mrs. Goddard."
The woman turned a surprised look upon her, for she had expected only tears and reproaches from her because of her imprisonment.
But Edith, without appearing to notice it, sat down and quietly prepared to eat her breakfast.
"Ah! she is beginning to come around," thought the wily woman.
But, concealing her secret pleasure at this change in her victim, she remarked, in her ordinary tone:
"We shall leave for the city very soon after breakfast, so please have everything ready so as not to keep the horses standing in the cold."
"Everything is ready now," said Edith, glancing at her trunk, which she had locked just before trying the door.