"So it is," said Mrs. Church, looking round her in some alarm. "Whatever is the hour, child?"
"It is going on for six o'clock; and they will be here at half-past seven at the latest."
"Very well," said Tom; "if I must go I will have a talk with Brownie."
He looked at Susy as if he meant to defy her, but Susy was too wise to anger him at that moment. As soon as ever he was out of the house she fetched hot water, soap and a clean towel. Having helped old Mrs. Church with her ablutions, she produced a clean cap and a little black shawl. The old lady said that she felt very smart and refreshed, and altogether in a state to do honor to that dear little almshouse.
"I am quite taking to you, Susy," she said. "But I do hope you will marshal those dreadful girls into the backyard without frightening my hens or Brownie."
"Pigs aren't remarkable for sensitiveness," said Susy. "But I tell you what, Aunt Church; Tom's after mischief; he means to witness all the proceedings of dear Miss Kathleen's great society, and we oughtn't to let him. It would do a lot of mischief if the school heard of it, and we would most likely be expelled. He don't mind a word I say, so will you talk to him, aunty?"
"But he can't be in the yard without being seen; you say that they are bringing lamps and will make the place as bright as day."
"Yes, but he will be in the sty with Brownie; and he as good as said he'd give her a pinch to make her squeal."
"Oh, indeed! I'm afraid that must be put a stop to," said the old lady. "Send him to me this minute."
Susy went out and called her brother. There was no answer for a minute; then Tom appeared, looking somewhat rakish and disheveled.