About midday
`` I do n't know , and I sha 'n' t say a word more , '' returned Fan , whereupon Rosie slapped her face and ran out of the room . In spite of the rough handling she had been subjected to , and the pain in her arm , Fan very soon recovered her composure . Her happiness was too great to be spoiled by so small a matter , and very soon she returned to her place at the open window and to her pleasant thoughts . About midday the maid came again bringing a tray . `` Here 's your food , starved puppy ; lap it up , and may it choke you , '' she said , and left the room . After she had been gone a few minutes , Fan , beginning to feel hungry , went to the table , and found a plate of stewed meat and vegetables , with bread and cheese , and a glass of ale . But over it all Rosie had carefully sprinkled ashes , and had also dropped a few pinches into the ale , making it thick and muddy .