The girl laughed. "Don't be silly, Pat. Why, Allen is only a kid, like you. Where's mamma Eleanor?"
"Lying down in her room; but he isn't a kid—he's my Knight."
"All right; you may have him," Alice answered, lightly, turning toward the door.
"Alice!"
The older girl turned. "Well?" she interrogated.
"Is Mr. Covington a cat?"
"What do you mean?"
"Allen said to me the other day, 'Listen to him purr.'"
"Allen ought to have his ears boxed."
"No, he oughtn't"—but the door had slammed, and Patricia was alone with her Knights.