Kitty Trenire by Mabel Quiller-Couch
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as correctly and unblamably as boys and girls could. So, by the time
the worthy lady was heard descending, they were all in the drawing-room, seated primly on the stiffest chairs they could find, and apparently absorbed in the books they gazed at with serious faces and furrowed brows. To the trained eye the "high-water marks" around faces and wrists were rather more apparent and speaking than their interest in their books. Their heads, too, were strikingly wet and smooth around their brows, but conspicuously tangled and unkempt-looking at the back. However, on the whole they appeared well-behaved and orderly, and the expression of welcome their faces assumed as soon as their aunt was heard approaching was striking, if a little overdone. It was unfortunate, though, that they and Emily had forgotten to remove their dirty shoes from the hall, or to light the gas, for Aunt Pike, groping her way downstairs in the dark, stumbled over the lot of them--stumbled, staggered, and fell! And of all unyielding things in the world to fall against, the corner of a tin box is perhaps the worst. The expression of welcome died out of the four faces, their cheeks grew white; Kitty flew to the rescue. "I'm jolly glad it isn't my luggage," murmured Dan, preparing to follow. "She shouldn't have left it there," said Betty primly. "I expect it's our shoes she's felled over," whispered Tony in a scared voice. "I jumped over them when I came down, but I don't 'spect Aunt Pike could." Dan and Betty looked at each other with guilty, desperate eyes. |
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