"I—I'm n-not!" avowed Diana, hunting wildly for her pocket-handkerchief. "'Tis a cold in the head I have had these three days."
"Indeed, my love? Longer than that, I fear."
"Yes—perhaps so—I—What do you mean?"
"I doubt but what you caught it the day that Mr. Carr left us."
Diana started.
"P-pray, do not be ridiculous, auntie!"
"No, my dear. Come and sit beside me and tell me all about it," coaxed Miss Betty.
Diana hesitated, gave a damp sniff, and obeyed.
Miss Betty drew her head down on to her shoulder soothingly.
"There, there! Don't cry, my sweet! What has happened?"