Daly, mamma doesn't leave room
for the possibility of my refusing him. And if I do refuse him, he'll
simply take me back to England, and then, between him and mamma, and all of
them, I don't know what may happen."
"Kitty," I said, "no girl who has just escaped from one unhappy engagement
is going to walk straight into another with her eyes wide open. I won't
believe you could be so foolish as that."
"You don't understand," she said, "what the pressure will be at home--in
all love and kindness, of course. And you don't know Uncle George. He is
so sure that I need him, he'll force me to take him. He'll take me back to
England in any case."
"And would you not like to go, Kitty?"
"Ah, wouldn't I! But not in that way."
She sat up in her flannel camp-gown, and began to braid up her loosened
hair.
"Kitty," I commanded, "lie down. You are not to get up till luncheon."
"I have a plan," she said, "and I must see Cecil Harshaw; he must help me
carry it out. There is no one else who can."
"You have all day to see him in."
"Not all day, Mrs. Daly. He must be ready to start to-morrow. Uncle George
will reach Bisuka on the fifteenth, not later.
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