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“Oh,” said Kate with a comfortable smile, “I’d let him out. He’s such a little fellow.”
“But he hasn’t said he is sorry,” said Miss Bibby anxiously. “I told him that when he rang the sitting-room bell I would go at once, for I should know it meant he was sorry.”
“And hasn’t he rung it, the young scamp?” said Kate, smiling.
“Well, yes, he did, several times,” admitted Miss Bibby unhappily; “but when I opened the door he said he had rung to say he wasn’t sorry.”
Kate laughed outright.
“What a man he will make!” she said admiringly.
Miss Bibby looked as if she did not quite follow the train of reasoning.
“So I took the bell away,” she continued, “and told him I would come every half hour and ask through the door if he was sorry. The second half hour is nearly up.”
“Oh,” said Kate impulsively, “let’s go and peep through the verandah window. Half an hour is a frightful time, Miss Bibby; he will have cried himself sick. Think what a baby he is!”
They tiptoed round to the verandah, the little girls at their heels, and they peeped cautiously through the window.