As soon as possible, however, Mrs. Hartwell, with a murmured "I know you
must be tired, Billy," suggested that the girl go up-stairs to her room.
"Come," she added, "I will show you the way."

There was some delay, even then, for Spunk had to be provided with
sleeping quarters; and it was not without some hesitation that Billy
finally placed the kitten in the reluctant hands of Pete, who had been
hastily summoned. Then she turned and followed Mrs. Hartwell up-stairs.

It seemed to the three men in the drawing-room that almost immediately
came the piercing shriek, and the excited voice of their sister in
expostulation. Without waiting for more they leaped to the stairway and
hurried up, two steps at a time.

"For heaven's sake, Kate, what is it?" panted William, who had been
outdistanced by his more agile brothers.

Kate was on her feet, her face the picture of distressed amazement. In
the low chair by the window Billy sat where she had flung herself, her
hands over her face. Her shoulders were shaking, and from her throat
came choking little cries.

"I don't know," quavered Kate. "I haven't the least idea. She was all
right till she got up-stairs here, and I turned on the lights. Then she
gave one shriek and--you know all I know."

William advanced hurriedly.

"Billy, what is the matter? What are you crying for?" he demanded.