"You see," she observed with a sigh, "the child says it was Mr. Keith."
Miss Rainsford re-echoed the sigh, then looked at Meg.
"Meg, dear," she said in her soft, persuasive voice, "come here, dear, and sit on my knee."
Meg, nothing loth, scrambled down off the bed, and soon established herself on Eugénie's lap, where she sat shaking her auburn curls. Kitty glanced affectionately at the serious little face, and picked up her doll, which was lying on the counterpane.
"Now, Meg," she said gaily, "you tell Miss Rainsford the story of the man and the window. I'll play with this."
"Meg's daughter," observed Meg reprovingly.
"Yes, Meg's daughter," repeated Kitty with a smile.
"Come, Meg," said Eugénie, smoothing the child's hair, "tell me all about the man."
"It was my Mr. Keith, you know," began Meg, resting her cheek against Eugénie's breast, "He took me upstairs--'cause I was so sleepy--an' he put me to bed, an' then I sleeped right off."
"And how long did you sleep, dear?" asked Eugénie.