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"There!" said Miss Kitty Cat with a sigh. "People never seem to understand my ways. I was only trying to shake hands!" "With her claws!" cried the muffled voice of Rusty Wren's wife. "Ugh! She's a wicked creature if ever there was one." "Go away!" Rusty Wren scolded. "Get off my roof! Get out of my cherry tree!"
She seemed in an awful hurry to find you. She was in trouble about her brother, and she said you could help her." "Oh, nonsense!" said Elma. But she had an uncomfortable feeling as the words were said. Her thoughts naturally flew to the eight pounds which Kitty had lent her. Was it possible that Kitty wanted that lovely, that beautiful money back again?
Generalizing wont do with these near relations; and I suppose a sister's darter is pretty much the same to a chap as his own darter would be, provided he had one." "Exactly; had you reasoned a month, you could not have hit upon a better solution of the difficulty than this. Treat this Kitty Huguenin just as you would treat Kitty Marble."
It remained, therefore, for Kitty the only worshiper of the professor's gods in Williamson Valley to supply that companionship which seems so necessary even to those whose souls are so far removed from material wants. In short, as Little Billy put it, with a boy's irreverence, "Kitty rode herd on the professor." And, strangely enough to them all, Kitty seemed to like the job.
They sat silently together for some time, each intent on their own thoughts, and then Vandeloup suddenly looked up. 'Will Madame stay to dinner with you, Bebe? he asked. Kitty nodded. 'She always does, she answered; 'you will come too. Vandeloup shook his head.
"Kitty Tynan, what a girl you are!" these were the very words she had used about herself a little while before. The song why did it make Mr. Kerry take on such a queer look all at once when he heard it? Kitty watched him striding down the street into the town. Now a voice a rich, quizzical, kindly voice-called out to her: "Come, come, Miss Tynan, I want to be helped on with my coat," it said.
That Peter was in love with Nan, Kitty was aware, but she knew nothing of that brief scene at the flat, interrupted by the delivery of Rooke's telegram, and during which, with hardly a word spoken, Nan had suddenly realised that Peter loved her and that she, too, returned his love.
As it was, she could only say, "You are too kind," and begin to shovel tea into the pot, as Kitty came in, as rosy and fresh as the daisies she put in her hair. "Ain't they becoming?" she asked, turning to David for admiration. "No, thank you," he answered absently, looking out over her head, as he stood upon the rug in the attitude which the best men will assume in the bosoms of their families.
Leaving Kitty in a hotel, he crossed the river, and ascertained that the vessel on which he had taken two berths under a false name was full and ready, and would sail upon her day.
"I should think Mr. Paul is very brave almost as brave as you are, daddy," said Kitty, whose terror seemed to have vanished into thin air with the light of day. "Much braver, I expect," agreed her father, good-humouredly. "But I wonder why you think so!" "Oh, Sally has told me lots of things.
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