'What are those queer-looking square things of different colours in there, aunty?' she asked.
Miss Clotilda's glance followed hers. Just at that moment Neville put his head in at the door, and asked if he might come in. His face beamed with pleasure when he saw Kathleen and his aunt chatting together so 'friendlily.'
'Those things in the cupboard?' said Miss Clotilda. 'Oh! they are some of Mrs. Wynne's pincushions. I wrapped up the new ones—one or two she had just finished, poor dear, when she was taken ill—and those are some old ones that were to have been fresh covered. I have lots of beautiful pieces of old-fashioned silk.'
'Oh, how nice!' said Kathleen. 'I hope you will let me see them, aunty. But please tell me'—
At that moment, however, Martha came to the door to say that John Williams had called for orders about fetching the trunks from the station.
'He must have some writing to show, he says,' said the old woman. 'But he's so stupid—maybe he doesn't understand.'
'It's better, perhaps, to give him a note to the station-master,' said Miss Clotilda. 'I'll come and speak to him.'
'I'll write the note,' said Neville running off.
'Aunty,' said Kathie, as Miss Clotilda was preparing to follow him, 'mayn't I get up now? I'm only a little stiff, but I'm not at all tired; and I'm in such a hurry to see the house, and the garden, and everything.'