"And now you're sorry you charged Bill with carrying it home," exclaimed Hatty, eagerly.
“You would be rather meddlesome, I am afraid,” said Hatty, with charming frankness.
He knew her love for Hatty would never let pleasure stand in the way if she required her.
Hatty tried to read for a few moments more; then Aunt Barbara moved, and she looked at her again.
His sister Hatty took her hands from the dish-water, wiped them on the roller, and came toward him.
