The food was good and the tea was good, and the girls could talk and laugh to their hearts' content.
Then there was the walk home through the busy streets again, where the shops were all brilliantly lighted now, making everything look very gay and cheerful.

Kitty felt the exhilaration of it tingling in her blood as she stepped along through the strange scenes which, in her eyes, were so exciting and gay and full of interest.
When they reached home and the others all flew off to their rooms, Kitty stood for a moment hesitating; then, with a little added flush on her cheeks, she walked along the hall to Miss Pidsley's private room and knocked.

There was a moment's silence, then "Come in," said Miss Pidsley in a voice that was not exactly encouraging, for it was that of a person who had reached the limits of her patience.
Kitty almost wished she had not come.

She seemed to be doing such a dreadful thing by interrupting, and suddenly her pretty rose looked very poor and insignificant; but there was no drawing back now, so she opened the door and went in.

Miss Pidsley looked up very sharply.
"Oh, surely, Katherine," she began, when she saw who it was, "it is not time for your music lesson yet ?" Then she noticed that Kitty had on her hat, and had evidently only just come in.
"Oh no, Miss Pidsley," said Kitty, "there is an our yet before that.
I hope I haven't interrupted you.