"What?" demanded Kirk again.
"Nothing," repeated Miss Twitterton, hastily. "Only it sounds so silly of me." Harriet received the impression that this was not what Miss Twitterton had originally meant to say. "He borrowed a little sum of me once--not much--but of course I hadn't got much. Oh, dear! I'm afraid it looks dreadful to be thinking about money just now, but...I did think I'd have a little for my old age...and times are so hard...and ...and...there's the rent of my cottage...and..."
She quavered on the verge of tears. Harriet said confusedly:
"Don't worry. I'm sure something will turn up."
Kirk could not resist it. "Mr. Micawber!" he said, with a sort of relief. A faint echo behind him drew his attention to Peter, and he glanced round. Miss Twitterton hunted wildly for a handke
