CHAPTER VIII.
When Kate opened her eyes again, and turned her face up from the pillow, she saw the drops on the window shining in the sun, and Lady de la Poer, with her bonnet off, reading under it.
All that had happened began to return on Kate’s brain in a funny medley; and the first thing she exclaimed was, “Oh! those poor little fishes, how I must have frightened them!”
“My dear!”
“Do you think I did much mischief?” said Kate, raising herself on her arm. “I am sure the fishes must have been frightened, and the water-lilies broken. Oh! you can’t think how nasty their great coiling stems were—just like snakes! But those pretty blue and pink flowers! Did it hurt them much, do you think—or the fish?”
“I should think the fish had recovered the shock,” said Lady de la Poer, smiling;
