“But I wanted to give the skin to her.”
It was “her” by this time.
“Well, I think the best thing you can do is to go and tell her all about it; and also to go and apologise to Dr. Krumm.”
Charlie started.
“I will go and tell her, certainly; but as for apologising to Krumm, that is absurd!”
“As you please,” says Tita.
By-and-by Franziska—or rather Miss Fahler—came out of the small garden and round by the front of the house.
“O Miss Fahler,” says Charlie, suddenly,—and with that she stops and blushes slightly,—“I’ve got something to say to you. I am going to make a confession. Don’t be frightened; it’s only about a fox—the fox that was brought home the day before yesterday; Dr. Krumm shot that.”
“Indeed,” says Franziska, quite innocently, “I thought you shot it.”
“Well, I let them imagine so. It was only a joke.”