Morning
was Betty's hour. As the day wore on, she was apt to become fagged and
worried, especially since Nanna's accident.
Just for a moment she looked very much taken aback, then she smiled,
"I've come down to make a cup of tea for Nanna."
"So I suppose, but _you_ must have a cup first. See, I'm making some for
you."
"Are you?" She tried not to show the surprise she felt.
"While you're having it, we'll make Nanna a cup of tea with the water in
the thermos there. But where's the milk?"
He saw her face from merry become sad. "I always save some milk for
Josephine," she said. "I'll go and get it now. But we mustn't use it all;
I must save some for that poor cat."
"You'll have to go a long way to give milk to Josephine," he observed.
She looked at him, startled, and going to the scullery door, glanced
quickly at the corner where stood the now empty basket.
"Where is she?" she exclaimed--and her whole face lightened. "Oh,
Godfrey, have you managed to hide her away?"
He nodded. "Yes, ever so many miles away, where no one will find her."
"What do you mean?" She could not conceal her astonishment--her
astonishment and her intense relief.
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