“Oh, what a shame!” said Matty Roache.
“I don’t think we need discuss characters,” said Maggie. “I don’t know a great deal about the Irish, but I do know that Kitty is a darling.”
“Yes, so she is—one of the sweetest girls in the whole school,” said Molly Tristram, who was quite as excited as Kathleen herself with regard to the party scheme.
Meantime Kitty found herself tapping at Mrs. Ward’s private door. Mrs. Ward said, “Come in,” and the pretty girl, with her great dark-blue eyes and wild-rose complexion, entered abruptly.
“Well, Kathleen?” said Mrs. Ward in her pleasant tone.
“Oh, please, Mrs. Ward, I’ve come with such a lovely scheme.”
“And you want me to help you?”
“Oh yes, please, do say you will before I let you into the secret!”
“I can’t do that, dear; you must just tell me what is in your mind, and be satisfied with my decision. The only thing that I can assure you beforehand is that if it is a workable scheme, and likely to give you great pleasure, I will do my best to entertain it.”
“Then we’re certain to have it—certain,” said Kathleen.