Denis, on his wheelbarrow, eyed her inquiringly.
"Where are you off to? Going to exercise the Snowy-Panted Pearl?"
The Atom refused to acknowledge the question. She always did refuse when he miscalled her Pearl so rudely.
Over the wall Nell accepted a limp Kate Kearney from the little shy, fair-haired boy she had accosted, and held a conversation with him.
"Nell!" came a faint voice. "Nell! I'm caught! Oh, Nell!"
"Someone is calling," observed Denis, from his barrow.
Nell looked round.
"It's Molly. I thought she was here. Stewart, you hear that cry? It comes from the mouth of my sister Molly. She has a predilection for falling into slop-pails, jamming her fingers into doors— Coming!" she sang out in response to a louder cry. "Good-bye, Stewart. Another time you must see my littlest sister." She dropped to the ground.
Up in Molly's room she found wild confusion, and, in the midst of it, Molly hanging out of the wardrobe.
"I'm caught, Nell! Oh, it's killing me! You might have hurried—oh!"