'Nannie,' I retorted, and I was furious, 'I simply will not have that beastly thing on just because Ross says so.'
'Well,' said Nannie soothingly, 'have it because I say so, if you'd rather,' and she clapped it on.
And I decided, as she closed the door, that I should run away at dawn.
But the kitten wouldn't stop, and then I started choking. There was dead silence in the house, so I hoped that Ross was sleeping well for once, and I buried my head under the bedclothes and coughed comfortably.
I started up presently with a little shriek to find a giant in pyjamas making up my fire.
'Sorry I frightened you,' said Ross. 'What have you got your head buried for, can't you sleep?'
'No,' I replied.
'But I told you to knock if you wanted me, Meg.'
'I didn't want you,' I said crossly, 'that's why I didn't knock.'
'You're very difficult to take care of,' said Ross, surveying me from the foot of the bed.