all will end. Perhaps it won't be so bad after all. I hope that
Betty's letter won't do more harm than good. I shouldn't be at all
surprised, though, if it made Aunt Pike make up her mind to come. But
I'll try not to think about it," and turning over on her pillow, Kitty
had soon forgotten Aunt Pike, Anna, torn braid, orange cake, and Lady
Kitson, and was once again driving dear old Prue across the moor with
the storm beating and roaring about them, only this time it was a
dreamland moor and a dreamland storm.



CHAPTER V.


IN WENMERE WOODS.

"I could not think, for the moment," said Kitty, sitting up in bed and
clasping her knees, "why I woke with a feeling that something dreadful
had happened. Of course it is Aunt Pike that is on my mind.

"She needn't be, then," said Betty, stretching herself luxuriously in
her little bed. "My letter will settle all that worry."

"Um!" remarked Kitty thoughtfully, with none of the confidence shown
by her young sister. "If your letter doesn't make her come by the very
first train, it will only be because she missed it. I shouldn't be at
all surprised to see her walk in, and Anna too."

"You don't _really_ think she will?" Betty, struck by something in
Kitty's voice, had stopped stretching herself, and looked across at her