“Breakfast!”
Miss May Mant woke her with a start.
“Oh!”
“I laid it to-day in the stalls.”
“Extraordinary child.”
“Crumbs in the boxes, I’ve noticed, encourage mice.... They must come from the spring, I think, under the stage.”
“One ought to set a trap!”
“Poor creatures ... they enjoy a good play, I expect, as much as we do,” Miss Mant murmured, setting down the kettle she was holding and lowering her cheek graciously for a kiss.
“Well?”
“You were asleep.”