Chapter FourNanny put an egg down on the table in front of Syringa, who looked up with a question in her eyes.
“Where did this come from?”
“Mrs. Geary let me have half a dozen,” Nanny answered.
“You mean she gave you credit!” Syringa cried. “Oh, Nana, you know we cannot do that.”
Her old Nanny put her hands on her hips.
“Now listen to me, Miss Syringa. If you think I’m a-goin’ to stand here and watch you starve yourself to death, you’re mistaken! We’ve lived on potatoes and bits of vegetables for the last two weeks and I for one’ll put up with no more of it.”
She paused and, as Syringa did not answer, she went on,
“Not even a leaf of tea. I never thought the time would come when I couldn’t have a cup of tea and that’s a fact!”
“Oh, I know, Nana,” Syringa said miserably. “It’s worse
