Mrs.Presty still pointed to some object on the public walk.

"That's better than nothing, isn't it ?" she persisted.

"Come with me to the maid; she shall go with you, and take care of you." Kitty whispered, "May I give mamma a kiss first ?" Sensible Mrs.Presty delayed the kiss for a while.

"Wait till you come back, and then you can tell your mamma what a treat you have had." Arrived at the door on their way out, Kitty whispered again: "I want to say something"-- "Well, what is it ?"--"Will you tell the donkey-boy to make him gallop ?"--"I'll tell the boy he shall have sixpence if you are satisfied; and you will see what he does then." Kitty looked up earnestly in her grandmother's face.

"What a pity it is you are not always like what you are now!" she said.