"Stupid old thing," murmured Gladys, "why doesn't she understand? I should like to throw the chocolate in her face."
"Oh, Gladdie," said Roger reproachfully, "think what a mess it would make on the clean sheets!"
"I was only in fun—you might know that," said Gladys, all the same a little ashamed of herself.
Madame Nestor had by this time left the room with a great many incomprehensible words, but very comprehensible smiles and nods.
"I think breakfast in bed's very good," said Roger. Then came a sadder exclamation. "They've given me a pudding spoon 'stead of a teaspoon. It's so big—it won't hardly go into my mouth."
"And me too," said Gladys. "How stupid French people are! We'll have to drink it out of the bowls, Roger. How funny it is not to have tea-cups!"
"I think it's best to take it like soup," said Roger; "you don't need to put the spoon so much in your mouth if you think it's soup."
"I don't see what difference that makes," returned Gladys. But anyhow the chocolate and the bread disappeared, and then the children began to wonder how soon they might get up. Breakfast in bed wasn't so bad as long as there was the breakfast to eat, but when it was finished and there was no other amusement at hand they began to find it very tiresome. They had not so very long to wait, however, before Madame Nestor again made her appearance.
"Mayn't we get up?" cried both children, springing up in bed and jumping about, to show how ready they were. The old lady seemed to understand this time, but first she stood still for a moment or two with her head on one side admiring them.
"The little angels!" she said to herself. "How charming they are. Come now, my darlings, and get quickly dressed. It is cold this morning," and she took Roger in her arms to lift him down, while Gladys clambered out by herself. Their clothes were neatly placed in two little heaps on the top of the chest of drawers, which, besides the two beds and two or three chairs, was the only furniture in the room. Madame Nestor sat down on one of the chairs with Roger on her knee and began drawing on his stockings.