As the idea passed through her mind, the sound of her daughter’s voice startled her from the other side of the door.
“May I come in?” asked Neelie.
“What do you want?” returned Mrs. Milroy, impatiently.
“I have brought up your breakfast, mamma.”
“My breakfast?” repeated Mrs. Milroy, in surprise. “Why doesn’t Rachel bring it up as usual?” She considered a moment, and then called out, sharply, “Come in!”
II. THE MAN IS FOUND.
Neelie entered the room, carrying the tray with the tea, the dry toast, and the pat of butter which composed the invalid’s invariable breakfast.
“What does this mean?” asked Mrs. Milroy, speaking and looking as she might have spoken and looked if the wrong servant had come into the room.
Neelie put the tray down on the bedside table. “I thought I should like to bring you up your breakfast, mamma, for once in a way,” she replied, “and I asked Rachel to let me.”
“Come here,” said Mrs. Milroy, “and wish me good-morning.”