She was wearing an embroidered apron over her dark morning frock, and this apron, gathered up by the corners in her hands, was full of various articles which Rupert could not see. He was thoroughly taken aback, therefore, when she poured its contents in an indiscriminate heap upon the sofa, and said, in a decided tone:—
"There are all the things you ever gave me; and I would rather not keep them any longer. I take presents only from my friends."
Foolish Kitty!
CHAPTER XLI.
KITTY'S FRIENDS.
"How have I had the misfortune to offend you?" said Rupert, in a voice from which he could not banish irony as completely as he would have liked to do.
"You said so yourself," replied Kitty, facing him with the dignity of a small princess. "You said that you were not my friend now."
"When did I make that statement?" said Rupert, lifting his eyebrows.
"Last night. And I knew it. You are not kind as you used to be. It does not matter to me at all; only I felt that I did not like to keep these things—and I brought them back."