Pompey jumped over the wall, and a joyous bark announced his discovery. He knew Katy, and seemed to fancy that she had concealed herself in joke. He jumped upon her, and wagged his tail intelligently, as if to say:
"You see, I've found you out, after all."
Mr. Craven hurried to the wall, eagerly expecting to detect Frank in the person concealed. He started back in astonishment as Katy O'Grady rose and faced him. Then he became wrathful, as he realized that his own hired servant had had the audacity to fling a tumbler at his hat.
"What brings you out here, Katy?" he demanded, with a frown.
"Shure, sir," said Katy, nonchalantly, "I was tired wid stayin' in the hot kitchen, and I thought I'd come out and take the air jist."
"And so you neglected the work."
"The worruk will be done; niver you mind about that."
"Did you fling this tumbler at my head?" demanded Mr. Craven, sternly.
"Let me look at it, sir."