Nell went back softly up a few stairs; then came down again, with a little stumble and an "Oh!"
She could not help an apprehensive thought of Miss Kezia and burglars. When she entered the bedroom Sheila Pat lay still, apparently fast asleep.
Trotting across the floor, back to the petticoat she had purloined from a chair, went a sedate little Kate Kearney.
CHAPTER II
"Four and threepence," said Denis, with his head up the chimney.
"Sure?" said Nell, doubtfully. "I've added it up three times, and it hasn't come to that once."
"Then there's no doubt about it; four and threepence 'tis, my dear!"
A pause. A scream.
"Oh, Denis, rescue them!"
A horrible smell of burning ensued. Denis eyed the smoking stockings with equanimity.