"Give it an extra brushing to-morrow; that will do." "Very well," agreed Betty, "I will remember," and in another moment was fast asleep.
Kitty lay down and drew the bedclothes cosily about her until a few dark curls and a scarlet bow were all that were visible, but go to sleep she could not.

Thoughts went racing through her brain in the most distracting manner--thoughts of the school and all the unpleasant ending of her short connection with it; thoughts of Anna and her mother, and Anna's want of courage.
"I believe she isn't really a bad sort," mused Kitty, "and yet--and yet she does do such mean things, and doesn't seem to see that they are mean; and she thinks that the only way to please people is to say nasty things of some one else to them; and then, of course, one feels that to other people she says the same of oneself.

One can't help it.

I do wish she was different.

I believe I could like her if she was." Presently her thoughts merged into dreams, but such unpleasant ones that she was quite glad to awaken from them; and so, constantly dozing and half-waking, and dozing again, the hours wore on until at last she awoke really wide awake, with a very strong and alarming feeling that something was amiss, or that something unusual was happening.