Classics Retold

On going down in the morning, I found my aunt musing so profoundly over breakfast table, with her elbow on the tray, that the contents of the urn had overflowed tea pot and were laying the whole table cloth under water when my entrance put her meditations to flight.  I felt sure that I had been the subject of her reflections, and was more than ever anxious to know her intentions towards me.  Yet I dared not to express my anxiety lest it should give her offence. My eyes, however, not being much under control as my toung were attracted towards my aunt very often during the breakfast.  I never could look at her for a few moments but I found her looking at me - in an odd thoughtful manner as if I were an immense way off, instead of being on the other side of the small round table.  When she had finished her breakfast, my aunt very deliberately leaned back in her chair, knitted her brows, folded her arms, and contemplated me at her leisure, with such a fixedness of attent...