"I do wish you would go to bed, Aunt Kezia! You do look so tired."
Nell smiled suddenly.
"Yes, do, Aunt Kezia," she urged demurely.
Miss Kezia, after somewhat lengthy directions as to turning off the gas, shutting, locking, and hanging a huge burglar bell on the dining-room door, turned to leave the room.
Sheila Pat, stiff, erect, followed her with warlike gaze.
Miss Kezia paused and said:—
"See that that baby goes to bed the minute she has finished her porridge. She ought not to have gone to the docks at all—"
Nell flashed out a shaky interruption—
"Others—thought she ought!"
The Atom observed calmly:—