out-doors."

"Imogen had a head-ache," faltered Katy. The three girls came out into
the hall; Clover and Katy looking scared, and even the Enchanter of the
Brigand quite crest-fallen.

"Oh," said Aunt Izzie, grimly, "I am sorry to hear that. Probably you
are bilious. Would you like some camphor or anything?"

"No, thank you," replied Imogen, meekly. But afterwards she
whispered to Katy:

"Your aunt isn't very nice, I think. She's just like Jackima, that
horrid old woman I told you about, who lived in the Brigand's Cave and
did the cooking.

"I don't think you're a bit polite to tell me so," retorted Katy, very
angry at this speech.

"Oh, never mind, dear, don't take it to heart!" replied Imogen, sweetly.
"We can't help having relations that ain't nice, you know."

The visit was evidently not a success. Papa was very civil to Imogen at
dinner, but he watched her closely, and Katy saw a comical twinkle in
his eye, which she did not like. Papa had very droll eyes. They saw
everything, and sometimes they seemed to talk almost as distinctly as
his tongue. Katy began to feel low-spirited. She confessed afterward
that she should never have got through the afternoon if she hadn't run
up stairs two or three times, and comforted herself by reading a little
in "Rosamond."