To think of
all I've suffered through his carelessness.' I sank down on a chair.
'I'm quite overwrought.'
'There's no harm done, thank goodness,' said Marion.
'"All's well that ends well,"' quoted Henry.
'I'm fair relieved to get that load orf my mind,' supplemented
Elizabeth.
'Mama, dear,' put in The Kid, glad, no doubt, that at last she was able
to please, 'I think that now I really can _be_----'
'It doesn't matter now, darling,' I explained. 'You'd better lie
perfectly still and let it pass off.'
'Must I, Mama?'
We all moved towards the door. The relief from the strain was apparent
in our joyous faces and lightened mien. We sang out 'Good-night' to
The Kid, and went out laughing and chatting. Half-way down the stairs
we heard her calling.
'Mama, dear.'
'What is it?' we all asked in chorus.
'Please may I have my custard _now_?'
CHAPTER IX
_Being an extract from the diary of Miss Marion Warrington: Thursday_.
A most remarkable and perplexing thing has happened. Never, for a
moment, could I have dreamed of such an improbable and embarrassing
occurrence.
It was Elizabeth who first brought it to my notice, and I can only wish
she had never made that strange discovery which is causing me so much
uneasiness. I was spending the day with Netta, and had gone into the
kitchen for a moment, when Elizabeth asked if she might speak to me in
confidence.
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