I won't have it." "I'm not keeping anybody waiting," returned Jessica, sharply, stirred out of a cynical indifference to a sharp defense.

"I said I wasn't hungry.

I don't want any breakfast." "Mind how you address me, missy.

I'll not have it.

Hear me now; I'll not have it!" Jessica heard this last while walking out of the room, with a toss of her head and a flick of her pretty skirts indicative of the independence and indifference she felt.