Part 21 (1/2)

But it exactly depicted the state of the dishes half an hour later, for, as f.a.n.n.y said when they wanted the kitchen cleared for games, ”there wasn't nothing to clear but empty things.”

By that time all stiffness had worn away, every one was in the highest spirits, and the games went on furiously, so furiously that the striking of the hall clock and the town clock were overlooked, and the first thing that recalled them to themselves was a loud ringing of the front-door bell.

For one second they stood looking at each other in utter dismay, then--”

The back stairs,” whispered Dan. ”Fly, children, scoot, and hop into bed as you are.--Jabez--”

But Jabez had already vanished through the back door and had shut himself in Prue's stable. Up the back stairs the children scuttled, shoes in hand, and melted away into their various rooms without a sound.

Kitty stayed a moment with Tony to help him into bed, and as she crept out of his room the sound of voices in the hall reached her.

”Grace needn't have hurried so to let them in,” she thought. ”She could at least have pretended she was asleep and didn't hear the knock, and so have given us a few minutes more.” But Grace's promptness was such that Kitty had barely time to draw her nightgown on over her frock and creep into her bed before she heard her aunt's footsteps on the stairs.

Mrs. Pike went first to Tony's room, and Kitty, leaning up, listened in a perfect tremor of nervousness for what might follow. Tony was no good at pretending, but, as good luck would have it, there was no need of make-believe on his part, for he had been so tired he had fallen fast asleep as soon as he had cuddled down under the bedclothes, and Mrs.

Pike, after just a glance, came away quite satisfied. Then Kitty heard her approaching their room.

”Oh!” she thought with dismay, ”she is bringing Anna with her;” for Mrs. Pike was talking to some one in a low voice. ”What bad luck; Anna sees through everything. I wonder if Betty hears too. If she doesn't she is sure to jump. Betty! Betty!” she called, as loud as she dared, but the next moment the door opened and Aunt Pike entered with a candle in her hand, and followed by Anna.

”Dear, dear,” she said, as she tripped over something, ”how untidy!

What is it, Anna?”

Anna stooped and picked up one of Betty's discarded gray stockings.

For once Betty's untidiness served them a good turn. Seeing the stockings on the floor, it never occurred to Aunt Pike but that they had both undressed and got into bed in the usual fas.h.i.+on. The first thing, though, that caught Anna's eye was the red bow in Kitty's hair.

”I--I didn't know--” she began, then glanced quickly at Betty's head, where the blue bow showed up against the pillow, but instead of remarking on it she suddenly grew silent. Kitty marvelled, for she had remembered their hair ribbons almost at the same moment as Anna had caught sight of them, and it was all she could do not to put up her hand and grab hers off. With the remembrance she almost gave up hope of escaping detection, and wished devoutly that they had stayed downstairs and faced the consequences; for to be found out now, hiding in bed in this fas.h.i.+on, made a discreditable matter of what was really not a very bad one. But, to her increasing amazement, Anna said nothing, not even when Aunt Pike said, ”I must speak to Katherine in the morning. She has either neglected to brush her hair at all, or she is very extravagant in tying it up for the night with a good piece of ribbon. Now come away, darling; it is quite time you were in bed. I am sure you must be quite exhausted. You know I did tell you I thought you would not be able to show them your prize to-night.”

”Prize!” gasped Betty, sitting up in bed as soon as ever their visitors'

backs were turned. ”Has she _really_ got a prize? I didn't think it could be true when Aunt Pike said she would get one. Anyhow, I wonder she isn't ashamed to show it, for she knows it would have been yours if she hadn't behaved so disgustingly. But Anna is never ashamed of what she does, no matter how bad it is.”

”Oh yes, she is,” said Kitty thoughtfully. ”I think she is dreadfully ashamed sometimes of some things, and very sorry.”

”Then why doesn't she say so?” snapped Betty crossly.

”I believe she doesn't know how to. She is shy, or--or something; but I do believe she would like to be able to.” And she thought of the abject way in which Anna had followed her about for days after that affair at Hillside, and had tried to do things for her; and in her heart she knew that it was Anna's curious way of expressing her grat.i.tude to her for not exposing her meanness. ”I believe,” she went on musingly, ”that if she could undo all that--that fuss in any other way than by owning up, that she would; but there isn't any other way, and she hasn't got pluck enough to do it in the right one. I believe she would rather die than have Aunt Pike know how she behaved. Oh dear, I do wish I hadn't to get up again and undress.”

”So do I,” agreed Betty. ”I really can't brush my hair to-night, I am _so_ sleepy.”

”I wouldn't,” said Kitty, who had a little habit of saying the most comfortable thing. ”Give it an extra brus.h.i.+ng to-morrow; that will do.”

”Very well,” agreed Betty, ”I will remember,” and in another moment was fast asleep.

Kitty lay down and drew the bedclothes cosily about her until a few dark curls and a scarlet bow were all that were visible, but go to sleep she could not. Thoughts went racing through her brain in the most distracting manner--thoughts of the school and all the unpleasant ending of her short connection with it; thoughts of Anna and her mother, and Anna's want of courage.

”I believe she isn't really a bad sort,” mused Kitty, ”and yet--and yet she does do such mean things, and doesn't seem to see that they are mean; and she thinks that the only way to please people is to say nasty things of some one else to them; and then, of course, one feels that to other people she says the same of oneself. One can't help it. I do wish she was different. I believe I could like her if she was.”

Presently her thoughts merged into dreams, but such unpleasant ones that she was quite glad to awaken from them; and so, constantly dozing and half-waking, and dozing again, the hours wore on until at last she awoke really wide awake, with a very strong and alarming feeling that something was amiss, or that something unusual was happening. She had not the faintest idea what it could be, and though she sat up in bed and listened, she could not see or hear anything. The house seemed quiet and still, and yet there were sounds--curious, mysterious sounds that ceased while she listened for them, and left her wondering if she were still dreaming, or if her ears were playing her tricks. Her first fear was that there might be something the matter with Tony; then she thought of Dan.

”I must go and see,” she thought, and slipped very gently out of bed and into her dressing-gown. When she was outside the door she paused to listen. Yes, there certainly were sounds, and they came from Dan's room, sounds of whispering and movements, and--yes, there was a curious smell. ”I believe it is fire!” she gasped, and ran down the corridor.

Dan's room was nearly at the end of it, and faced the staircase.

Tony's was a tiny room between the girls' and Dan's, while Anna's room was beyond Dan's again. Kitty looked in at Tony, and found him safe, and sleeping comfortably; then she hurried on. Dan's door was slightly ajar, and there was a dim light within; here also was the curious smell which had greeted Kitty's nose, only stronger, and here also was Anna, in her gray dressing-gown, sitting on the floor, and apparently hugging herself in an agony of pain. ”What has happened? What is the matter?