"Poor old dear! But wanting Biddy O'Hara to do a thing, and making her do it, are two very different matters. I'll go to bed when I'm tired—papa never expected me to go earlier at home. I declare I feel quite cheerful again now that I have got to know you, Dorothy. Janet is not at all to my taste, but you are. What a pretty name you have, and you have an awfully sweet expression—such a dear, loving kind of look in your eyes. Would you mind very much if I gave you a hug?""Did you want me, Mrs. Freeman?" she said, in her lazy, rich, somewhat impertinent voice.
"No, it was that wild Irish girl's doing. I really don't know what to do with her."
She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious."Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.
"What?" said Katie, her eyes growing big with fascination and alarm.