"Thank you, a pain up here, Kate"; and she put her hand, so long giving support to her chin, upon the top of her head.
"It isn't Kate"; and I came into full view.
She looked up at me.
"Why, you are—yes, I know—Miss Percival," she said.
"I am."
"Have you been here long?"
"Only since yesterday."
Why did she seem relieved at my reply?
"Do they think me ill enough to have a stranger come to me?"
"Almost as polite as the grum brother," I thought; but I said, "You mustn't let me be a stranger to you. I came,—I wasn't sent for."