AN EVENTFUL EVENING.
"Why did you do it, Auntie Janie?" asked Lady Kitty.
"Do what, darling?" answered Lady Jane in the tone that was reserved especially for her pet.
"Better leave her to me, Auntie Janie."
"Why, ask that poor little thing here. You know you don't like her a bit, and she's as home-sick as ever I saw anyone. Why don't you pack her off home again?"
"I asked her because—because—they were kind to Anthony, and it was only civil to do it, and because it ought to be a pleasure to the girl herself."
"Now you know you didn't, Auntie Janie, and you needn't tell me. It's not like you to do a shady thing first, and then tell a story about it."
"Kitty!"
"Yes, I know it's shocking of me. But I've always found you straight. Where you disliked you disliked, and made no pretence about it. But now you're playing a part for some reason or other, and I don't like you in a part."