Oh, it was dreadful!" "What was ?" asked Kitty patiently.

She knew Betty's roundabout way of telling a story, and waited.

"What did you tell Aunt Pike?
Do tell me, Betty dear.

I ought to know before I see her." Betty dropped on to the window-seat and covered her face with her hands.
"Don't look at me; I don't want to see you look mad with me.

It was Aunt Pike's fault first of all.