Kitty Trenire eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 298 pages of information about Kitty Trenire.

Kitty Trenire eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 298 pages of information about Kitty Trenire.

“No, child, there is no paddling for me to-day, or playing wild man of the woods or anything else.  I have a long round in the morning, and another in the afternoon.  I have just been out interviewing Jabez.”

“Oh,” gasped Kitty, “I had forgotten Jabez.  Of course he can’t drive you, his head is all bandaged.  I will go, father; I’d love to drive you.”  And she meant it.  She would quite readily have given up her day in Wenmere Woods to go with him.

Dr. Trenire laid his hand tenderly on her shoulder.  “It is all right, dear; I shall have Jabez.  He has discarded his bandages, and is quite presentable.  He says he took them off last night to have a look at the wound, and when he saw what a little bit of a place it was, he made up his mind he wasn’t going about with his head tied up for people to poke fun at him later on when they saw what he had been bandaged up for.  Go and enjoy yourself, child, and tell me all about it to-night; and do try to keep out of mischief, all of you.”

In the kitchen, when Kitty at last reached it, Fanny was making pasties; and when Fanny chose she could make a pasty to perfection.  She made them one each now with their initials on them, made of curly bits of pastry, and promised to have them baked and ready by the time Miss Pooley was gone.  Emily was in a good temper too.  The prospect of being free from the children all day, and of having no meals to get for them till supper, quite cheered her.  She even, without being asked, cut them some sandwiches, filled a bottle with milk, and produced a store of apples, which she packed in their basket.  When the children, having escaped from patient, easy-going Miss Pooley, rushed out to the kitchen for their pasties and milk, and found things in this unusually happy state, they marvelled at their good fortune, and accepted it thankfully.

“Fanny and Emily are quite nice sometimes,” remarked Betty, as they left the house, “only the worst of it is you never know when they are going to be.  Sometimes they laugh at everything one says, and another time they grumble.”

“To-day they are like people are when you are ill and they are sorry for you,” said Tony, who had been puzzling himself for some minutes to know how to express what he wanted to.  “I fink they are sorry for us ’cause Aunt Pike is coming.”

“‘O wise young judge!’” said Dan, “I shouldn’t be surprised if you were right.”  Dan had begun to read Shakespeare, and was full of quotations.  “It is rather like living in the shadow of the gallows.  I expect people in the French Revolution felt as we do.”

“I don’t feel the least little bit like French Revolutions, or gallows, or shadows, or even Aunt Pike and darling Anna, on such a glorious day as this,” cried Kitty joyfully.  “I can’t think of them, and I am not going to—­yet.  Now, if you are all ready, let’s race.”

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