The moment he was told about her kittens he knew that the cat wasn't mad at all." "The person who will be angry," exclaimed Betty, "is Mrs.Crofton! I thought it horribly cruel of her to say what she did last night." "It was rather vindictive," he said reflectively.

"On the other hand, you must remember that she'd had an awful shock.

I don't wonder she felt angry with Josephine, eh ?" He looked a little quizzically, a little deprecatingly, over at Betty.
"Still it seemed so--so unnecessary that she should _ask_ for the cat to be killed." Betty was now bustling about the kitchen with a heightened colour.
Radmore poured out a cup of tea.

"Now then," he said, "do come and sit down quietly, and take your tea, Betty." Rather to his surprise, she meekly obeyed.
Presently she asked him, "But why have you got up so early ?" And then he told her the story of his and Timmy's night expedition, ending up with: "I intend going round to Dr.O'Farrell's house about eight o'clock.

It wouldn't be fair to let the old fellow come down here to indulge his sporting instincts, eh ?" To that Betty made no answer, and as the water was now boiling she went across to the dresser and brought a clean cup and saucer.