But never mind. I am off now, and I need not be back in the house until
it is time to dress to go to Mrs. Weldon's. I declare that girl is
causing me to hate my home. I don't think its fair, whatever you may say
to the contrary."
Mrs. Tennant sighed. Alice had always been a little difficult; she was
more than difficult at the present moment. But very soon afterwards the
welcome bang of the hall door was heard, and the house was free.
"Now for a jolly time," said Kathleen. "Tired one, where are you?"
"Kathleen, you ought not to call me by that name. You ought to be more
respectful."
"Arrah, then, darling, I can't; 'tain't in me. I am so fond of you--oh,
worra, worra! there's nothing I wouldn't do for you; but I must be as
I'm made. You do look tired, and tired you will go on looking until I
take you to Carrigrohane to rest you and to feed you with good milk and
good fruit and good eggs and good cream.--Now then, boys, lift up that
trunk. Be aisy with it, so that you won't hurt it. Take it up to my
bedroom and put it on the floor. Maybe there's something in it for you,
or maybe there isn't--Mrs. Tennant, acushla! you will come along
upstairs with me at once. You can bring your mending basket, and I will
pop you into the arm-chair by the window, and we can consult together
over the garments. It's fine I'll look when I have them on. Aunt Katie
O'Flynn is a woman who has real taste, and I know she is going to dress
me up as no other girl ever was dressed before in the Great Shirley
School.
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