"
"Ah! if Katharine were like your own daughters, I should have no
fears," said the aunt. "But--However, since you are so good--if she
will promise to be very careful--"
"Oh yes, yes, Aunt Barbara!"
"I make myself responsible," said Lord de la Poer. "Now, young
woman, run off and get the hat; we have no time to lose."
Kate darted off and galloped up the stairs at a furious pace, shouted
"Josephine" at the top; and then, receiving no answer, pulled the
bell violently; after which she turned round, and obliged Adelaide
with a species of dancing hug, rather to the detriment of that young
lady's muslin jacket.
"I was afraid to look back before," she breathlessly said, as she
released Adelaide; "I felt as if your papa were Orpheus, when
'Stern Proserpine relented,
And gave him back the fair--'
and I was sure Aunt Barbara would catch me like Eurydice, if I only
looked back."
"What a funny girl you are, to be thinking about Orpheus and
Eurydice!" said Adelaide. "Aren't you glad?"
"Glad? Ain't I just! as Charlie would say. Oh dear! your papa is a
delicious man; I'd rather have him for mine than anybody, except
Uncle Wardour!"
"I'd rather have him than anyone," said the little daughter.
"Because he is yours," said Kate; "but somehow, though he is more
funny and good-natured than Uncle Wardour, I wouldn't--no, I
shouldn't like him so well for a papa. I don't think he would punish
so well.
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