Opportunities - Susan Warner - Bog

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."