Oh, I know now that he hates me and will
never, never love me again!"
Bitter, scalding tears streamed from her eyes. She rose presently and
began mechanically picking up and putting away his clothes, then made her
usual neat toilet, stopping every now and then to wipe away her tears, for
she was crying all the time.
The breakfast bell rang at the accustomed hour, but she could not bear the
thought of going down and showing her tear-swollen eyes at the table.
Besides, she did not feel hungry; she thought she would never want to eat
again.
After a little, opening the door in answer to a rap, she found Agnes
standing there with a delightful breakfast on a silver waiter--hot coffee,
delicate rolls and muffins, tender beefsteak, and omelet.
"Good-mornin', Miss Zoe," said the girl, walking in and setting her burden
down on a stand. "Miss Elsie she tole me for to fotch up dis yere. She
tink, Miss Elsie do, dat p'raps you'd rather eat yo' breakfus up yere dis
mornin'."
"Yes, so I would, Agnes, though I'm not very hungry. Tell mamma she's very
kind, and I'm much obliged."
"Ya'as, Miss Zoe," and Agnes courtesied and withdrew.
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