"Daggers and dirks!" exploded Katherine, nearly falling off the shelf under the stress of her emotion.
"What's the matter with the rest of the folks in Avernus—can't they make beds either?" asked Miss Armstrong, surveying the wisp of a girl in the doorway with an intent, solemn gaze that sent her into a tremble of embarrassment.
"My 'tenty' hasn't come yet," she faltered in reply.
"Who's your councilor?"
"I don't know; she isn't there." The voice broke on the last words, and the blue eyes overflowed with tears.
Katherine leaped from the shelf to the bed and down to the floor. "I'll come over and help you make your bed," she said kindly.
"All right," said Miss Armstrong, nodding gravely. "You go over with her and I'll find out who's councilor in Avernus and send her around."
To herself she added, when the other two were out of earshot, "Baby's away from it's mother for the first time, and it's homesick."
"Poor thing," said Oh-Pshaw, who had overheard Miss Armstrong's remark.
"She'll get over it," replied Miss Armstrong prophetically.