"It's the biggest score I've ever had over him," she chuckled to herself. "I think I shall explode soon, if he doesn't wake up. I'm getting so awfully hungry, too; it must be eight o'clock."
She called again presently, without changing her position; and this time there was a sign of life behind the oriel window, and the curtains were drawn aside. Katharine forgot all her previous caution, and gave a loud "whoop" of satisfaction. The lattice flew open, and some one with rumpled hair and flushed cheeks looked out and yawned.
"Don't make such a shindy, Kit; you'll wake the mother," he grumbled. "Why the dickens have you come so beastly early?"
"Because Aunt Esther was asleep, of course," answered Katharine promptly. "Hurry up, Ted, and have your bath; it'll make you feel piles better. And you'll have to get me some food; I could eat my boots."
"Don't do that," said Ted. "Last night's steak will do just as well."
"How is she?" asked Katharine, with a jerk of her head towards the front of the house.
"Awful. She's getting worse. She docks the pudding course at supper now. Don't go, Kitty; I'll be down directly."
He was not long, but she was full of impatient reproaches by the time he joined her at the fence.
"I believe you'd like to give the world a shove to make it go round quicker," he retorted, swinging himself up beside her.
"Well, you surely don't think it moves very fast now, do you?" she said. "At all events, Ivingdon doesn't," she added emphatically.