a creelful of them here. Now then, let me help you. No, that isn't the
shoe you want; here it is. And gloves--here's a pair, and they're neatly
mended. Which hat did you say--the one with the blue scarf round it?
Isn't it a pretty one? You put that on. Aunt Katie O'Flynn is going to
send me a box of clothes from Dublin, and I will give you some of them.
You mustn't say no; I will give you some if you are nice. I am ever so
sorry that I kept you out of your part of the room; I won't do it any
more. Now you are dressed; that's fine. You won't hate me forever, will
you?"

Alice growled something in reply. She had not Kathleen's passionate,
quick, impulsive nature--furious with rage one minute, sweet and gentle
and affectionate the next. She hated Kathleen for having humiliated and
annoyed her; and she went off to Cassandra's house knowing that she
would be late, and determined not to say one good word for Kathleen.




CHAPTER V.

WIT AND GENIUS: THE PLAN PROPOUNDED.


While Kathleen was locked in Alice's room, she was writing to her
father:

"MY DARLING DADDY.--If ever there was a cold, dreary,
abominable land, it is this where they wave the British flag.
The ugliness of it would make you sick. The people are as ugly