Page 192 - The Little sister of Wilifred

she cried, raising her voice above the

clatter of the kettles and pans* <L W e ve
got to be off by four, and there Is no

time to lose.11

It was distressingly evident that she
did not give a second thought to the

little girl’s story, and for the first time

Wilifred was frightened. Not very

much frightened, for she was sure she
could presently set matters straight, but

frightened enough to make her tone

very serious as she cried, “ O h ! if I

could only see p a p a !”
“ P a p a !” repeated Mrs. Bagley. “ Of

all simpletons! But I see what you

are doing, — pretending you are that

child of Dr. Moran’s. I done such
things myself when I was a young

one, but I took carc to keep it to my­

self* You opened the door for your

papa, — queer he didn't know you,
aint it ? ”