“A little.”
“Why?”
“Silly, I guess.”
“But what made you run, Rosa? You haven’t a puff in you.”
“I know. But my puffs give out easily.” Rosa had sunk into the nearest chair and was breathing uncomfortably.
“But why? Did something frighten you?” pressed Nancy.
“Why—I was at the very door, Dell and Gar came to the very threshold with me, and then—oh, dear, what makes me puff so?” Rosa was still very much “out of breath.”
“What was at the door?” questioned Nancy. She felt a little guilty in her relentlessness.
“Nothing. I was just opening it when I thought—I thought I heard a kitten. And I perfectly hate to leave a little baby kitten crying—all—night. Don’t you?” Rosa managed to ask.
“Oh, of course I do,” replied Nancy irritably. “But why should a crying kitten scare you?”