Livingstone rapped again more impatiently.

Another light was turned down.

Livingstone was desperate.

His loud knocking produced no impression, and he could have bought out the whole square! Suddenly a little figure pushed against him as Kitty slipped before him, and putting her mouth to the crack of the door, called, "Oh! Mr.Brown, please let me in.

It's _me_, Kitty Clark, Mr.Clark's little girl." Instantly the light within was turned up.