"You won't look much like a bride to-morrow if you starve yourself to-day," observed H. R.
Dora made no rejoinder, but took her seat at the table.
"There isn't any tea--won't coffee do?" inquired H. R.
"Anything will do," said Dora, shortly.
"Dear me!" cried H. R. "I hope you will be in a nicer mood when you sit down to breakfast for the first time with Harold."
"I expect he'll say pleasanter things to me than you do," returned Dora.
H. R. was taken somewhat aback. "Here is some coffee," she said, more amicably; "there is a plate of bacon and eggs for you in the fender," she added.
"I couldn't touch it!" cried Dora.
"I don't see why you should lose your appetite because you're going to be married to-morrow," said H. R.
"Don't you? Well, perhaps you'll understand my feelings better when you find yourself on the eve of your wedding day!" snapped Dora.