"Well?"
But Molly buried her head in the chair-back and said nothing.
"Molly," Nell grasped her shoulder, "was she awful?"
"Y-yes, she was!" sobbed Molly. "Oh, I did want to soften her—and—and—oh, Nell," her voice suddenly shook with watery laughter, "K.K. had been at her shoes and—had eaten all the linings!"
"Oh, how delightful!"
"It's awfully funny, but—oh, she's in a frightful temper! She—she says I'm an interfering—busybody! And when she wants coddling—she'll—she'll have a nurse in to do it for her—properly! She—shut K.K. in the boot closet! She made Sarah clear it out first. Can't you hear her howling? Oh, Nell, why did I go and forget all about her shoes? I meant to take them to her directly she came in—all nice and warm—"
"She might be warm, but she wouldn't be nice, Mol."
"Don't be silly! You know what I meant. Of course, it's all very funny to you—"
"My dear Molly, you must confess it is rather funny!"
Molly began to shake with laughter. "Oh, Nell, and K.K. looked so beautifully meek and innocent and the linings only little bits of leather left sticking out—and they're such big, flat shoes! And K.K.'s toe-scratches all over them. Oh, and Nell—" Molly couldn't go on for a while—"while she—was talking—so awfully majestic and angry—oh, Nell!—K.K. seized a shoe out of her hand and fled with it, shaking it—you know how she does! Oh, I'm glad you weren't there!"