Mamma looked impatient at the delay , and having re-entered in her most elegant manner , sat down , and passed her plate for fresh trout and muffins . ` No fish or hot bread for you , my dear . Eat your good oatmeal porridge and milk ; that is the proper food for children . ' ` Ca n't I have some tea ? ' cried mamma , in despair , for without it she felt quite lost . ` Certainly not . I never was allowed tea when a little girl , and could n't think of giving it to you , ' said Kitty , filling a large cup for herself , and sipping the forbidden draught with a relish . Poor mamma quite groaned at this hard fate , but meekly obeyed , and ate the detested porridge , understanding Kitty 's dislike to it at last . Harry , sitting in his father 's chair , read the paper , and ate everything he could lay his hands on , with a funny assumption of his father 's morning manner . Aunt Betsey looked on much amused , and now and then nodded to the children as if she thought things were going nicely . Breakfast was half over when papa came in , and was about to take Harry 's place when his son said , trying vainly to look grave as he showed the watch , -- ` What did I tell you , sir ? You are late again , sir . No breakfast , sir . I 'm sorry , but this habit must be broken up . Not a word ; it 's your own fault , and you must bear the penalty . ' ` Come , now , that 's hard on a fellow ! I 'm awful hungry . Ca n't I have just a bite of something ? ' asked papa , quite taken aback at this stern decree . ' I said not a morsel , and I shall keep my word .
Go to your XXXXX duties and let this be a lesson to you . '
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