Seguin put down his roll to behold
the phenomenon. Poor Debby! her first step had
been a wrong one.
All great minds have their weak points. Aunt
Pen's was her breakfast, and the peace of her
entire day depended upon the success of that meal.
Therefore, being down rather late, the worthy
lady concentrated her energies upon the achievement
of a copious repast, and, trusting to former
lessons, left Debby to her own resources for a few
fatal moments. After the flutter occasioned by
being scooped into her seat by a severe-nosed
waiter, Debby had only courage enough left to
refuse tea and coffee and accept milk. That being
done, she took the first familiar viand that appeared,
and congratulated herself upon being able
to get her usual breakfast. With returning composure,
she looked about her and began to enjoy
the buzz of voices, the clatter of knives and forks,
and the long lines of faces all intent upon the business
of the hour; but her peace was of short duration.
Pausing for a fresh relay of toast, Aunt
Pen glanced toward her niece with the comfortable
conviction that her appearance was highly creditable;
and her dismay can be imagined, when she
beheld that young lady placidly devouring a great
cup of brown-bread and milk before the eyes of the
assembled multitude.
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