Hurstwood had already left the house.
"I wish you wouldn't be so late coming down to breakfast," she said, addressing Jessica, while making for her crochet basket.

"Now here the things are quite cold, and you haven't eaten." Her natural composure was sadly ruffled, and Jessica was doomed to feel the fag end of the storm.
"I'm not hungry," she answered.
"Then why don't you say so, and let the girl put away the things, instead of keeping her waiting all morning ?" "She doesn't mind," answered Jessica, coolly.
"Well, I do, if she doesn't," returned the mother, "and, anyhow, I don't like you to talk that way to me.

You're too young to put on such an air with your mother." "Oh, mamma, don't row,"; answered Jessica.

"What's the matter this morning, anyway ?" "Nothing's the matter, and I'm not rowing.

You mustn't think because I indulge you in some things that you can keep everybody waiting.