“Here I am,” said Kitty. “I can’t stay with either of you for a minute. I just want to know if it has come.”
“Don’t talk quite so loudly,” said Grace.
“Well, I don’t see why I should whisper; no one could guess what it means. Has it come?”
“Yes.”
“Well?”
“I have nothing to say,” remarked Grace.
“You have nothing to say! You are not thankful to me for getting you out of a scrape?”
“You have done a horrid thing, Kitty—a horrid, horrid thing!”
“A very clever thing, I think.” Kitty began to laugh; she laughed louder than ever, and presently peals of mirth echoed through the church.
Miss Ladislaw walked quietly down. “Forgive me, girls,” she said, “but you know where we are?”