“Katy said brides wouldn’t be happy if they didn’t,” explained the child.
“And you wanted me to be happy—bless your heart! I’m going to be the happiest girl in the world and I’m going to love my little new sister very dearly.”
The child’s heart was rather divided for the remainder of the evening between the desire to stay close to the new sister, and her allegiance to Alice. A glimpse of the latter standing off by herself near a window, decided her. With her usual impetuous movement she made a dash in her direction, bumping smartly into a tall young man who chanced to be in the way.
Mr. Richard Harding looked down at her with a smile.
“Hello, small craft, where are you heading for at such speed?”
Chicken Little returned the smile, rubbing her cheek where it had grazed against his coat button.
“I was just a going to Alice.”
“Alice, eh?—You are Frank Morton’s little sister aren’t you?”
Jane nodded.