Kathie had a faint consciousness that not to think of herself would be the best thing she could do.
"And you never told me about the Fair, either!"
"Well, run up to bed, and I will come presently," she said, in her bright, pleasant way.
Freddy kissed Aunt Ruth and went off in high feather. It was quite like old times to sit beside him and talk, and Kathie was not a little amused by his questions, some of which were very wise for a little head, and others utterly absurd. Then came some very slow, wandering sentences, and Kathie knew then that dusky-robed Sleep was hovering about the wondering brain until it could wonder no more.
"Good night,"—with a soft kiss.
Aunt Ruth was lying on the lounge, so she ran down to the drawing-room and had half an hour's study over some "accidentals," that had tried her patience sorely in the afternoon. Delightful and all as music was, how much hard labor and persistence it required!
But by and by she could play the troublesome part with her eyes shut, counting the time to every note.
"Mr. Lawrence cannot find any fault with that!" she commented inwardly.
So she went back to Aunt Ruth in a very sweet humor, and, drawing an ottoman to the side of the lounge, sat down with Aunt Ruth's arm around her neck.