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"What are you laughing at, Kitty? You cackle like a young hen with her first egg. " So spoke Mrs. Tynan to her daughter, who alternately swung backwards and forwards in a big rocking-chair, silently gazing into the distant sky, or sat still and "cackled" as her mother had said.
A person of real observation and astuteness, however, would have noticed that Kitty's laughter told a story which was not joy and gladness -- neither good humour nor the abandonment of a luxurious nature. It was tinged with bitterness and had the smart of the nettle.