If I'd 'cused her wrongly I shouldn't wonder at her getting mad; but I hadn't, and she couldn't deny it.

The forks were dirty too; at least I showed her six that were." Without any comment Kitty left the room and descended to the kitchen.
All the way she went she was dreading what she should find when she got there, and wondering how she should best approach matters, and it was a relief to her on opening the kitchen door to find that Fanny was alone.
Fanny was looking cross enough at that moment to daunt any ordinary courage, but, somehow, Kitty never felt as alarmed of her as of Emily.
"Well, Fanny," she began, intending to ignore the hints and rumours that had reached her, "we have got back.

We were wet through nearly, and now father and I are longing for our supper.

Have you got something very nice for us ?" She tried to speak cheerfully, but it cost her a great effort.
Fanny took up the poker and made an attack on the stove.

"You never ordered nothing, Miss Kitty, and 'tisn't my place to say what you should have." "Oh but, Fanny, you generally do," said Kitty, half inclined to be indignant at Fanny's injustice, for she could not help remembering how Fanny, as a rule, resented any attempt on her part to order or arrange the meals.