"You see, I had to have some one; and she was nice."
"I don't think she was nice at all."
"Oh yes," said Kitty, solemnly, "you could see that."
"I suppose you mean she was a lady?"
"Ye—es." Kitty was not by any means certain that that was what she did mean. It was so difficult to find words for what she meant.
"That," said Jane, "is the least you can be."
"Anyhow, she was."
"Well, if you take a charitable view of her. Her people are probably nicer than she is. Perhaps that's why she doesn't live with them."
"Her father," said Kitty, "is the vicar of Wenden. I suppose that's all right."
"Probably; but we don't care what peoples' fathers are like, provided they're nice themselves."