"There's a woman in there," she said. "I just saw her for a minute. She had a nice face. She looked as if she might be good-natured. Let's go in there, Robin. It's quite a small place."
They went in. It was a small place, but a clean one, and the woman had a good-natured face. She was a German, and was broad and placid and comfortable. They bought some fresh rolls from her, and as she served them and was making the change, Meg watched her anxiously. She was thinking that she did look very peaceable indeed. So, instead of turning away from the counter, she planted herself directly before her and asked her a question.
"If you please," she said, "we have some hard+boiled eggs to eat with our bread and we are not going home. If we are very careful, would you mind if we ate our breakfast in here instead of outside? We won't let any of the crumbs or shells drop on the floor."
"You not going home?" said the woman. "You from out town? "
"Yes," answered Meg.
"You look like you was goin' to der Fair," said the woman, with a good-tempered smile. "Who was with you?"
"No one," said Robin. "We are going alone. But we're all right."
