“Tell Edward to say we’ll be down in a moment,” said Fin.
Hurrying the girl out of the room, she turned to Tiny, who stood looking pale and stunned.
“It wasn’t true, Fin!” she said, pitifully, as her face began to work. “He wasn’t deceitful. I saw her to-day.”
“Saw whom?” exclaimed Fin, in wonder.
“That poor girl. She sent for me—she is dying; and oh, Fin, darling, I feel as if my heart would break!”
She sank sobbing on her sister’s shoulder, sadly disarranging poor Fin’s dress; but that was forgotten as, with eager haste, the little maiden tried hard to soothe and comfort her.
“If ma won’t fight for you, Tiny, I will,” she cried, impetuously. “I declare its too bad. I don’t half know what you are talking about; but Frank—I mean Mr Pratt, always sticks up for his friend. Ugh! I wish I’d been near when that wicked Mrs Lloyd changed the babies, I’d have knocked her head off.”
At this moment there was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Coming—coming—coming—coming!” said Fin, in a crescendo,
Then running to the door, she opened it once more to the maid.