Emily is in a fury, and--and oh it is all so miserable.

I--I'd rather be out alone on the downs in the storm without any home at all, or--or--" Here Kitty's voice faltered, and once more the tears brimmed up in her eyes--a most unusual occurrence with her; but the events of the day, the storm, and the difficulties that beset her, were proving too much for her.
Fanny, hearing the break in her voice, looked round quickly, just in time to see the tears, the white, tired face, and the look of dejection.
"Why, Miss Kitty," she cried, her soft heart touched at once, "don't 'ee take it like that.

Why, 'tisn't nothing to fret about; it'll all come right again, my dear," and she put her big red arm round her little mistress, and drew her head down to rest on her shoulder.

But Kitty, completely overcome now, shook her head mournfully.
"No, it won't, Fanny; it is too late now.

Aunt Pike is to come and live here to look after us.