Carolyn Wells

“ Kitty's look of amazement almost made Fessenden smile.
"Not you or Miss Gardner," he said. "But a burglar might have been concealed in the house."
"I never thought of that!" exclaimed Kitty, her eyes opening wide at the thought. "Why, he might have killed us all!"
"It isn't a very plausible theory," said Fessenden, unheeding the girl's remark, "and yet I could think of nothing else. Every instinct of my mind denies Carleton's guilt. Why, he isn't that sort of a man!"
"Perhaps he isn't as good as he looks," said Kitty, wagging her head wisely. "I know a lot about him. ”

“ It pleased Kitty greatly to imagine she was really helping Fessenden, and she went glibly on:
"Why, you see, Maddy was unhappy,—we all know that,—and it was for some reason connected with Schuyler. Yet they were to be married, all the same. But sometimes Maddy has asked me, with such a wistful look, if I didn't think men preferred little, kittenish girls to big, proud ones like herself."
"And you, being a little, kittenish girl, said yes?"
"Don't be rude," said Kitty, flashing a smile at him. "I am kittenish in name only. And I am not little!"
"You are, compared to Miss Van Norman's type." ”

“ Throwing a soft fawn-colored cape round her, and drawing its pink-lined hood over her curly hair, Kitty went with Fessenden out on the lawn and down to the little arbor where they had sat before.
"Did you ever hear of Dorothy Burt?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"No; who is she?"
"Well, she's your 'clinging rosebud,' I'm sure of it! And I'll tell you why."
"First tell me who she is."
"She's Mrs. Carleton's companion. Schuyler's mother, you know. She lives in the Carleton household, and she is the sweetest, prettiest, shyest little thing you ever saw! 'Clinging rosebud' just fits her." ”