Very good.
Now bandage their eyes.

Handkerchiefs." But Kitty's handkerchiefs did not run to the dimensions' required; so she ripped up a petticoat.

Torn between her eagerness to complete a disagreeable task and her offended modesty, Kitty went through the performance with creditable alacrity.

Then she jumped back into bed, doubled her knees, and once more drew up the bedclothes to her chin, content to be a spectator, her eyes as wide as ever they possibly could be.
Some secret-service man Cutty had sent to protect her.

Dear old Cutty! Small wonder he had urged her to spend the night at a hotel.