Kathleen listened respectfully enough, but with a most depressed look in her face, to the beginning of this speech. Half-way through it, however, her face suddenly cleared, and a light came into her eyes.
'Thank you, aunty,' she said. 'Yes, I have something I should like to do up in my own room. I won't grumble any more,' and off she set.
'She is a dear child,' thought her aunt. 'A word suffices with her.'
Poor Miss Clotilda! She scarcely knew her volatile, flighty little niece as yet.
[CHAPTER X.]
A PLAGUE OF FEATHERS.
n hour or two later, Miss Clotilda, having completed her housekeeping arrangements for the day, went up to Kathie's room to see what she was about. Neville had gone off for a walk, as the rain was now slight, and of course, as he said himself, 'for a boy it was different.'