Kate, clutching her bundle again, panted along by-ways; reaching the house-door she rang a bell twice, and Emma admitted her.

They climbed together to an upper room, where Kate flung her burden on to the floor and began at once to relate with vehemence all that Daniel had told her.

The calumny lost nothing in her repetition.

After listening in surprise for a few moments, Emma turned away and quietly began to cut bread and butter for the children, who were having their tea.
'Haven't you got anything to say ?' cried her sister.

'I suppose he'll be telling his foul lies about me next.