"Does Ethel know this?" asked Mrs. Willoughby, after a curious look at Minnie.
"No, of course not, nor Dowdy either; and you mustn't go and make any disturbance."
"Disturbance? no; but if I ever see him, I'll let him know what I think of him," said Mrs. Willoughby, severely.
"But he saved my life, and so you know you can't be very harsh with him. Please don't—ple-e-e-ease now, Kitty darling."
"Oh, you little goose, what whimsical idea have you got now?"
"Please don't, ple-e-e-ease don't," repeated Minnie.
"Oh, never mind; go on now, darling, and tell me about the rest of it."
"Well, there isn't any more. I lay still, you know, and at last Ethel came; and then we went back to Dowdy, and then we came home, you know."
"Well, I hope you've lost him."
"Lost him? Oh no; I never do. They always will come. Besides, this one will, I know."