The remains of my breakfast of bread and milk stood on the table, and having crumbled a morsel of roll, I was tugging at the sash to put out the crumbs on the window-sill, when Bessie came running upstairs into the nursery.
Avevo ancora un po' di pane della colazione e aprii la finestra per isminuzzarlo sul parapetto. In quel momento Bessie salì precipitosamente le scale ed entrò in camera dicendo: