1 he wouldn't always be late at breakfast.
2 Hannah told one of his servants about your breakfast party.
3 That was a very happy breakfast, though they didn't get any of it.
4 No, but I'll save you some little cakies for breakfast, if you'll go bye-bye like Daisy.
5 So Meg went down, wearing an injured look, and wasn't at all agreeable at breakfast time.
6 Another bang of the street door sent the basket under the sofa, and the girls to the table, eager for breakfast.
7 Amy was up at dawn, hustling people out of their beds and through their breakfasts, that the house might be got in order.
8 When they got up on Saturday morning, there was no fire in the kitchen, no breakfast in the dining room, and no mother anywhere to be seen.
9 Breakfast at that early hour seemed odd, and even Hannah's familiar face looked unnatural as she flew about her kitchen with her nightcap on.
10 "I feel as if there had been an earthquake," said Jo, as their neighbors went home to breakfast, leaving them to rest and refresh themselves.
11 There was plenty of food in the larder, and while Beth and Amy set the table, Meg and Jo got breakfast, wondering as they did why servants ever talked about hard work.
12 Her solitary breakfast did not taste good, and the room seemed lonely and untidy, for Jo had not filled the vases, Beth had not dusted, and Amy's books lay scattered about.
13 There was no display of gifts, for they were already in the little house, nor was there an elaborate breakfast, but a plentiful lunch of cake and fruit, dressed with flowers.
14 And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.
15 "Poor little souls, they will have a hard time, I'm afraid, but they won't suffer, and it will do them good," she said, producing the more palatable viands with which she had provided herself, and disposing of the bad breakfast, so that their feelings might not be hurt, a motherly little deception for which they were grateful.