He'd have beaten you black and blue.
I hope she won't tell him about it."
A terrified look came into Gracie's eyes, and she burst out crying again.
"O Gracie, don't!" Lulu entreated, kneeling down beside the sofa and
clasping her arms about her. "I didn't mean to frighten you so. Of
course, Mamma Vi won't; if she meant to she'd have done it before now, and
you'd have heard from him, too."
A step came along the hall, the door opened, and Agnes appeared bearing a
large silver waiter.
"Ise brung yo' suppah, chillens," she said, setting it down on a table.
Then lifting a stand and placing it near Gracie's couch, she presently had
it covered with a snowy cloth and a dainty little meal arranged upon it:
broiled chicken, stewed oysters, delicate rolls, hot buttered muffins and
waffles, canned peaches with sugar and rich cream, sponge cake, nice and
fresh, and abundance of rich sweet milk.
The little girls viewed these dainties with great satisfaction, and
suddenly discovered that they were very hungry.
Agnes set up a chair for each, saw them begin their meal, then left the
room, saying she would be back again directly with more hot cakes.
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