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Hardie's escapade, and throwing the blame on herself. She ought to have
been more distant; gentlemen were not expected, nor indeed much wanted,
to be modest. A little assurance did not misbecome them. "Really, I think
it sets them off," said she to herself.
Grand total: "What _must_ he think of me?"
Time gallops in reverie: the town clock struck twelve, and with its iron
tongue remorse entered her youthful conscience. Was this obeying mamma?
Mamma had said, "Go to bed:" not, "Go upstairs and meditate: upon young
gentlemen." She gave an expressive shake of her fair shoulders, like a
swan flapping the water off its downy wings, and so dismissed the subject
from her mind.
Then she said her prayers.
Then she rose from her knees, and in tones of honey said, "Puss! puss!
pretty puss!" and awaited a result.
Thieves and ghosts she did not believe in, yet credited cats under beds,
and thought them neither "harmless" nor "necessary" there.
After tenderly evoking the dreaded and chimerical quadruped, she
proceeded none the less to careful research, especially of cupboards.


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