Ninny looked troubled. She hardly dared say Flaxie must not go, for fear that would make her want to go all the more.
“What a funny spot kitty has on its face,” said she, “white all over; with a yellow star on its forehead.”
“Well,” said Flaxie, “I’ll wash it off.” And away she flew to the kitchen sink.
“What are you up to now?” said Dora, the housemaid, who stood there with her bonnet on. “You’ll drown that poor little creetur, and squeeze it to death too! Miss Ninny, why don’t you attend to your little sister?”
Dear Ninny! as if she were not doing her best! 039And here it was half-past three, and Eva Snow coming at four!
“O Dodo!” said she, “you’re not going off?”
“Only just round the corner, Miss Ninny. I’ll be right back.”
But it was a pity she should go out at all. Mrs. Gray did not suppose she would leave the house while she was gone.
As soon as “Dodo” was out of sight, Flaxie thought she could have her own way.
“O Ninny! you’re my darlin’ sister,” said she, with a very sweet smile. “Will you lem me carry my kitty over to grandma’s?”