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‘Where’s Agnes?’ he inquired.

‘Coming—she’s finishing her arithmetic.’

In the middle of the table was an unaccustomed small jug containing gilly-flowers. Mr. Tellwright noticed it instantly.

‘What an we gotten here?’ he said, indicating the jug.

‘Agnes gave me them first thing when she got up. She’s grown them herself, you know,’ Anna said, and then added: ‘It’s my birthday.’

‘Ay!’ he exclaimed, with a trace of satire in his voice. ‘Thou’rt a woman now, lass.’

No further remark on that matter was made during the meal.

Agnes ran in, all pinafore and legs. With a toss backwards of her light golden hair she slipped silently into her seat, cautiously glancing at the master of the house. Then she began to stir her coffee.

‘Now, young woman,’ Tellwright said curtly.

She looked a startled interrogative.

‘We’re waiting,’ he explained.

‘Oh!’ said Agnes, confused. ‘I thought you’d said it. “God sanctify this food to our use and us to His service for Christ’s sake, Amen.”’

The breakfast proceeded in silence. Breakfast at eight, dinner at noon, tea at four, supper at eight: all the meals in this house occurred with absolute precision and sameness. Mr. Tellwright seldom spoke, and his example imposed silence on the girls, who felt as nuns feel when assisting at some grave but monotonous and perfunctory rite. The room was not a cheerful one in the morning, since the window was small and the aspect westerly. Besides the table and three horse-hair chairs, the furniture consisted of an arm-chair, a bent-wood rocking chair, and a sewing-machine. A fatigued Brussels carpet covered the floor. Over the mantelpiece was an engraving of ‘The Light of the World,’ in a frame of polished brown wood. On the other walls were some family photographs in black frames. A two-light chandelier hung from the ceiling, weighed down on one side by a patent gas-saving mantle and a glass shade; over this the ceiling was deeply discoloured. On either side of the chimney-breast were cupboards about three feet high; some cardboard boxes, a work-basket, and Agnes’s school books lay on the tops of these cupboards. On the window-sill was a pot of mignonette in a saucer. The window was wide open, and flies buzzed to and fro, constantly rebounding from the window panes with terrible thuds. In the blue-paved yard beyond the cat was licking himself in the sunlight with an air of being wholly absorbed in his task.