On it were a plate of graham bread, a china bowl containing milk, and a silver spoon.
"Here is your dinner, Lucilla," he said, speaking in a quiet, grave tone, as he set the salver on a little stand in a corner between the windows; "unless you are ready to obey me.

In that case, I shall take you down to your mamma, and when you have begged her pardon and told me you are sorry for your rebellious words and conduct toward me, you can eat your dinner with us." "I don't want to go downstairs, papa," she said, turning her face away from him.

"I'd rather stay here.

But I should think you'd feel mean to eat all sorts of good things and give me nothing but skim-milk and that black bread." "I give you that bread because it contains more nutriment than the white," he said.

"As to the good things the rest of us may have to eat, you shall share them as soon as you are ready to submit to my authority, but not till then." He waited a moment for a reply, but receiving none, went out and locked the door.
When he came again at tea-time, bringing a fresh supply of the same sort of fare, he found the first still untouched.
Lulu was very hungry, and really for the last hour had quite longed to eat the bread and milk, but from sheer obstinacy would not touch it.