“What did I say, Miss Kitty?” he whispered. “Hath not the Queen of the Wells arrived?”
I do not know what I might have said, but I heard a cry of “Kitty! Kitty!” and, looking round, saw—oh, the joy!—none other than my Nancy, prettier than ever, though still but a little thing, who ran up to me and threw herself in my arms.
CHAPTER III.
HOW NANCY RECKONED UP THE COMPANY.
Nancy Levett herself, pretty and merry, prattling, rattling Nancy, not grown a bit, and hardly taller than my shoulder. I held her out at arm’s length.
“You here, Nancy?”
Then we kissed again.
“And not a bit changed, Nancy?”
“And oh! so changed, Kitty. So tall and grand. Come to my mother.”
Lady Levett was standing close by with Sir Robert, who took me by the shoulders and kissed my cheeks, forehead and lips in fatherly fashion.