Opportunities by Susan Warner

It was the morning after that Sunday when Matilda had been baptized. The girls came down to prepare breakfast as usual; Maria in a very unsettled humour. She was cloudy and captious to a degree that Matilda could not understand. The kitchen was hot; the butter was soft; the milk was turned; the bread was dry. All things went wrong.

“It is no wonder the bread is dry,” said Matilda; “it has been baked ever since last Friday.”

“Thursday. I didn’t say it was a wonder. Aunt Candy will have the bread dry. I hate it!”

“And it is no wonder the butter is soft, if you keep it up here in the kitchen. The kitchen must be hot, with this hot stove. But the milkman will be along directly.”