I did it to save him trouble." "Perhaps you had better tell father so," said Kitty dryly.
"Honour bright, though, Betty, I really would tell him, and not let him first find it out from Aunt Pike." "Um!" ejaculated Betty thoughtfully, as she collected Kitty's sponge and bath-towel before departing to the bathroom.

But there was nothing very hearty in her tone.
When she returned, looking very fresh and rosy, and damp about the curls, she found Kitty sitting on the side of her bed, and still in her night-gown.

Hearing Betty's returning footsteps, she had managed to get so far before the door was flung open, but that was all.
"Isn't it dreadful," she sighed wearily, "to think that day after day, year after year, all my life through, I shall have to get up in the morning and go through all the same bother of dressing, and I--I hate it so." "P'r'aps you won't have to," said Betty cheerfully; "p'r'aps you'll be a bed-lier like Jane Trebilcock, and you won't have to have boots, or dresses, or hats." But the prospect did not cheer Kitty very greatly.

"I didn't say I didn't want dresses and things.

I do.