"My nerves have been upset for some time past." Janet felt vexed and concerned.

"Jack will drive you home in our old pony cart," she said soothingly.

"Will you go and bring it round, Tom ?" Tom slipped off, and there arose a babel of voices, everyone saying how sorry they were, Dolly especially, explaining eagerly how she herself had personally superintended the shutting up of the dog.

As for Betty, she went off into the hall and quietly fetched Mrs.Crofton's charming evening cloak and becoming little hood.

As she did so she told herself again that Mrs.Crofton must be much better off than they had thought her to be from her letter.