"But he is one of the men who look so much better in their old clothes!"
thought Kitty.
"Well, what can I do for you, Lady Kitty?" he resumed, smiling.
"I wanted your advice," said Kitty--not altogether sure, now that he was
there beside her, that she did want it.
"About your literary work?"
She threw him a quick glance.
"Do you know? How do you know? I have been writing a book!"
"So I imagined--"
"And--and--" She broke now into eagerness, bending forward, "I want you
to help me get it published. It is a deadly secret. Nobody knows--"
"Not even William?"
"No one," she repeated. "And I can't tell you about it, or show you a
line of it, unless you vow and swear to me--"
"Oh! I swear," said Darrell, tranquilly--"I swear."
Kitty looked at him doubtfully a moment--then resumed:
"I have written it at all sorts of times--when William was away--in the
middle of the night--out in the woods.
Nobody knows. You see"--her
little fingers plucked at the moss--"I have a good many advantages. If
people want 'Society' with a big S, I can give it them!"
"Naturally," said Darrell.
"And it always amuses people--doesn't it?"
Kitty clasped her hands round her knees and looked at him with candor.
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