"But I am only washing my brushes as you told me, Aunt Kezia!"
"What do you mean?"
"You have to wash them in turpentine, Aunt Kezia."
Miss Kezia had a moment of hesitation; her face reddened.
Nell dipped a brush into the tin washer.
"Then cease washing them at once! Open the window, and keep the door shut."
She closed the door behind her with such a very decisive click that it might almost have been designated a bang. Nell smiled wryly. She cleared up a little, then went to the window and looked out. Kate Kearney came to her, and begged to look, too. Nell sat down, and K.K. jumped into her lap.
"They don't allow dogs at Madame Tussaud's, K.K. Bad taste. But they do allow Nells—even bad-tempered ones; but she wasn't wanted, you see. Oh, K.K., you must get off!"
She rose restlessly. She looked down at a pathetic Kate Kearney, and exclaimed suddenly:—
"We'll go for a walk!"