"H'm," said Godfrey, "now, diamonds aren't in your line."
"I wouldn't be seen with one. I'll take a brown cloth gown, please."
"Shall I order it?"
"No, you can pay the bill."
"Right-o. Then you will take Kitty and bring her up here?"
"You stupid goose," said Mrs. Craven, "I intended that from the moment I saw her. Cook's out buying her a cot this minute."
*****
Here then was the way that Kate first came into the house at Princes' Park. She arrived without a surname, and Godfrey, in spite of hints and plain questions, kept back any further pedigree. The child arranged a name for herself. When she had been a year in England she went out to a small folks' party:
"Let me see, what's your name?" asked the hostess, who had got tangled up among her many small guests.
The child had answered "Kate O'Neill," as a matter of course. She had called Mrs. Craven, Aunt Jane, and her brother Uncle Godfrey from the first, and after that juvenile party she was introduced as "my niece, Kate O'Neill."