YOU mustn’t go into the morning-room, Dodo—don’t forget, will you?  
“No, Mother,” Dodo answered, but she didn’t seem very pleased. It happened that she was a very curious little girl, and always liked to know what was going on, and she was quite certain that something interesting was taking place now.
 
Mary and Eric had just come out of the morning-room, whispering together, and if Eric, who was younger than Dodo, might go in, she thought it was very unkind of Mother not to let her.
 
Dodo was so cross that she sulked nearly all the afternoon, and was so when nurse was her to go down to the drawing-room, that the other children were ready long before she was.
 
But at last she downstairs, with Spot at her heels—Spot always waited for Dodo—and as the two of them passed the morning-room door, they both stopped.
 
Strange to say, Spot was quite as curious as Dodo. He at the door, and , and wagged his short stumpy tail violently to and fro. The little girl’s hand was on the handle of the door. Should she turn it? Surely one little peep couldn’t matter?
 
It always seemed to Dodo that the handle turned of its own accord. I don’t think it could have done so, but at any rate the door opened a little way, and out dashed a white kitten. In an instant Spot was after it, and chased it down the hall and out into the garden.
 
Dodo didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t very well run after Spot, because just at that moment Mary called her.
 
“Be quick, Dodo; Mother wants you,” she s............