once."

"Then you will be more tired than ever, and I have not done a scrap of
good."

"You meant very kindly, my dear child, and have given me a delicious and
strengthening tea. Only don't do it again, darling, for it is my place
to give you tea, not yours to give it to me."




CHAPTER VII.

THE QUEEN AND HER SECRET SOCIETY.


Mrs. Tennant had not been out more than a minute or two before David and
Ben came in. Kathleen saw them from the window; she tapped on the window
with her knuckles, nodded to them, kissed her hand, and looked radiant
with delight. Some boys at the opposite side of the street saw her and
burst out laughing. David's face grew red.

"I wish the little Irish girl wouldn't make us figures of fun," said
Ben, speaking in an annoyed tone.

The next instant David had opened the door with his latchkey, and
Kathleen was waiting for them in the hall.

"Sausages," she said, bringing out the word with great gusto, "and