contemporary abstract painting

proceeded to make my breakfast. Few children can eat when excited with
the thoughts of a journey; nor could I. Bessie, having pressed me in
vain to take a few spoonfuls of the boiled milk and bread she had
prepared for me, wrapped up some biscuits in a paper and put them into
my bag; then she helped me on with my pelisse and bonnet, and wrapping
herself in a shawl, she and I left the nursery. As we passed Mrs.
Reed's bedroom, she said, 'Will you go in and bid Missis good-bye?'
'No, Bessie: she came to my crib last night when you were gone down
to supper, and said I need not disturb her in the morning, or my
my best friend, and to speak of her and be grateful to her
accordingly.'
'What did you say, Miss?'
'Nothing: I covered my face with the bedclothes, and turned from
her to the wall.'
'That was wrong, Miss Jane.'
'It was quite right, Bessie. Your Missis has not been my friend:
she has been my foe.'
'O Miss Jane! don't say so!'