“My dear, your grandmamma has friends with her—ladies and gentlemen who don’t care to be troubled with a child.”
Kitty received this information in a very unamiable spirit. “I hate ladies and gentlemen!” she said.
“Even Captain Bennydeck?” her mother asked.
“No; I like my nice Captain. And I like the waiters. They would take me to the Crystal Palace—only they’re always busy. I wish it was bedtime; I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Take a little walk with Susan.”
“Where shall I go?”
Catherine looked toward the gate which opened on the road, and proposed a visit to the old man who kept the lodge.
Kitty shook her head. There was an objection to the old man. “He asks questions; he wants to know how I get on with my sums. He’s proud of his summing; and he finds me out when I’m wrong. I don’t like the lodge-keeper.”
Catherine looked the other way, toward the house. The pleasant fall of water in the basin of the distant fountain was just audible. “Go and feed the gold-fishes,” she suggested.
This was a prospect of amusement which at once raised Kitty’s spirits. “That’s the thing!” she cried, and ran off to the fountain, with the nursemaid after her.