“He did not, Jessie!” cried Kitty indignantly. “There isn’t a word of truth in it. My Cousin Lindon couldn’t have done such a thing. It’s all a mistake, and I want to see him come in, poor boy, and tell him that I don’t believe it I’ll whisper it to him just as he’s going up to bed, and it will make him happy, for I know he thinks I have gone against him, and I only made believe that I did.”
Snurrrg!
The sound was very gentle, and Kitty did not hear it, for she was looking intently toward the door in the belief that she had heard Don’s footstep.
But it was only that of some passer on his way home, and Kitty went on,—
“You mustn’t talk about it, Jessie, for it is a great trouble, and aunt is nearly heart-broken, and—”
Snurg-urg!
This time there was so loud and gurgling a sound that Kitty turned sharply upon the maid, who, after emitting a painful snore, made her young mistress the most polite of bows.
“Jessie! You’re asleep.”
Snurrg! And a bow.
“Oh, Jessie, you’re asleep again. How can you be so tiresome?”