Kitty sighed. “I think I’ll wait for another day. If I could only let her know without my uncle learning it.”
“He can’t hurt you now.”
“I wonder,” murmured Kitty, with another sigh.
“Oh, this won’t do! Mustn’t get into the dumps again! Leave it till to-morrow, as you say. How do you feel about a walk before dinner?”
“I’d love it! And please, Hilda?”
“Go on, Kitty.”
“Will you—will you help me to buy some decent clothes?”
“Hooray!” cried Miss Risk, “that’s the proper spirit!”
Matilda came in with a telegram for her mistress.
“Reply paid, Miss,” she said retiring; “boy’s waiting.”