"All right, are you, Kitty?" he asked. "I—I thought I'd just inquire as I went to the train."
"Bobby! the train has gone! I heard it whistle just as you rang the bell. Won't you catch it from the dean? Come into the sitting-room!"
Muttering that he couldn't stop, Bobby came in; would not sit down, but leaned against the door with an air of elaborate detachment.
"Got home all right, Kitty? It was mean of you not to let me see you home."
"Don't you think I had earned a little solitude, Bobby? I didn't get it though!" Kitty's eyes twinkled.
"What do you mean? We were the last load, you said."
"Yes, you were! but I met Wilson, and he had lost his rubbers, and looked so forlorn, I had to take him home, Bobby, when he asked me."
"He didn't!" Bobby's cheek flushed. "The impudent shrimp!"
"Impudent shrimpudent!" said Kitty, and then remembered that she had never played rhymes with Bobby.
"I—I didn't take him quite all the way!" she began, and then broke into a peal of laughter so clear and joyous that Sarepta had to make a special errand—a stick of wood, it was, which the fire did not need—to see what was up.