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ENTERING PARADISE. — Page 23.
So in they marched. Katy and Cecy heading the procession, and Dorry, with his great
trailing bunch of boughs, bringing up the rear.
I
What Katy Did.
a STORT.
BY
SUSAN COOLIDGE,
AUTHOR OF "THE NEW YEAR'S BARGAIN," " WHAT KATY DID AT SCHOOL."
AND "MISCHIEF'S THANKSGIVING."
With Illustrations by Addie Led yard.
BOSTON:
ROBERTS BROTHERS.
1875.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by
ROBERTS BROTHERS,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
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TO FIVE.
Six of us once, my darlings, played together
Beneath green boughs, which faded long ago,
Made merry in the golden summer weather,
lVlted each other with new-fallen snow.
Did the sun always shine ? I can't remember
A single cloud that dimmed the happy blue, —
A single lightning-bolt or peal of thunder,
To daunt our bright, unf earing lives : can you?
We quarrelled often, but made peace as quickly,
Shed many tears, but laughed the while they fell,
Had our small woes, our childish bumps and bruises,
But Mother always " kissed and made them well."
Is it long since? — it seems a moment only:
Yet here we are in bonnets and tail-coats,
Grave men of business, members of committees,
Our play-time ended : even Baby votes I
And star-eyed children, in whose innocent faces
Kindles the gladness which was once our own,
Crowd round our knees, with sweet and coaxing voices,
Asking for stories of that old-time home.
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IV TO FIVE.
"Were you once little too? " they say, astonished;
" Did you too play ? How funny ! tell us how."
Almost we start, forgetful for a moment;
Almost we answer, " We are little now ! "
Dear friend and lover, whom To-day we christen,
Forgive such brief bewilderment, — thy true
And kindly hand we hold ; we own thee fairest.
But ah ! our yesterday was precious too.
So, darlings, take this little childish story,
In which some gleams of the old sunshine pl-iy,
A nd, as with careless hands you turn the pages,
Look back and smile, as here I smile to-day.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
F4SI
Tfie Little Carrs 7
CHAPTER II.
Paradise 21
CHAPTER III.
Tue Day of Scrapes 35
CHAPTER IV.
KlKERI 52
CHAPTER V.
In the Loft 71
CHAPTER VI.
Intimate Friends 90
CHAPTER VII.
Cousin Helen's Visit 117
CHAPTER VIII.
To-Morrow . 1^4
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VI CONTENTS.
CHAPTER IX.
PA OB
Dismal Days 1G4
CHAPTER X.
St. Nicholas and St. Valentine 189
CHAPTER XI.
A New Lesson to Learn. ...... 218
CHAPTER XII.
Two Years Afterward 235
CHAPTER XIII.
At Last * 259
WHAT KATY DID.
CHAPTER I.
THE LITTLE CARES.
WAS sitting in the meadows one day,
not long ago, at a place where there was
a small brook. It was a hot day. The
sky was very blue, and white clouds, like great
swans, went floating over it to and fro. Just
opposite me was a clump of green rushes, with
dark velvety spikes, and among them one single
tall, red cardinal flower, which was bending over
the brook as if to see its own beautiful face in the
water. But the cardinal did not seem to be vain.
The picture was so pretty that I sat a long
time enjoying it. Suddenly, close to me, two
small voices began to talk — or to sing, for I
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8 WHAT KATY DID.
couldn't tell exactly which it was. One voice
was shrill; the other, which was a little deeper,
sounded very positive and cross. They were
evidently disputing about something, for they
said the same words over and over again. These
were the words — "Katy did." "Katy didn't."
"She did." "She didn't." "She did." "She
didn't." "Did." "Didn't." I think they must
have repeated them at least a hundred times.
I got up from my seat to see if I could find the
speakers ; and sure enough, there on one of the
cat-tail bulrushes, I spied two tiny pale-green
creatures. Their eyes seemed to be weak, for
they both wore black goggles. They had six
legs apiece, — two short ones, two not so short,
and two very long. These last legs had joints
like the springs to buggy-tops ; and as I watched,
they began walking up the rush, and then I saw
that they moved exactly like an old-fashioned
gig. In fact, if I hadn't been too big, I think
I should have heard them creak as they went
along. They didn't say anything so long as I
■was there, but the moment my back was turned
they began to quarrel agaiu, and in the same old
THE LITTLE CARRS. tJ
words — "Katydid." "Katy didn't." "She did."
"She didn't."
As I walked home I fell to thinking about
another Katy, — a Katy I once knew, who
planned to do a great many wonderful things,
and in the end did none of them, but something
quite different, — something she didn't like at all
at first, but which, on the whole, was a great deal
better than any of the doings she had dreamed
about. And as I thought, this little story grew
in my head, and I resolved to write it down for
you. I have done it; and, in memory of my
two little friends on the bulrush, I give it their
name. Here it is — the story of What Katy
Did.
ATY'S name was Katy Carr. She lived
in the town of Burnet, which wasn't a
very big town, but was growing as fast
as it knew how. The house she lived in stood on
the ed<ZQ of the town. It was a larffe square house,
white, with green blinds, and had a porch in front,
over which roses and clematis made a thick bower.
Four tall locust trees shaded the gravel path which
10 WHAT KATT DID.
led to the front gate. On one side of the house was
an orchard ; on the other side were wood piles and
barns, and an ice-house. Behind was a kitchen
garden sloping to the south ; and behind that a
pasture with a brook in it, and butternut trees,
and four cows — two red ones, a yellow one with
sharp horns tipped with tin, and a dear little
white one named Daisy.
There were six of the Carr children — four
girls and two boys. Katy, the oldest, was twelve
years old ; little Phil, the youngest, was four, and
the rest fitted in between.
Dr. Carr, their Papa, was a dear, kind, busy
man, wrho was away from home all day, and
sometimes all night, too, taking care of sick peo-
ple. The children hadn't any Mamma. She had
died when Phil was a baby, four years before my
story began. Katy conld remember her pretty
well ; to the rest she was but a sad, sweet name,
spoken on Sunday, and at prayer-times, or when
Papa was specially gentle and solemn.
In place of this Mamma, whom they recol-
lected so dimly, there was Aunt Izzie, Papa's sis-
ter, who came to take care of them when Mamma
THE LITTLE CARRS. 11
went away on that long journey, from which, for
so many months, the little ones kept hoping she
miffht return. Aunt Izzie was a small woman,
sharp-faced and thin, rather old-looking, and
very neat and particular about everything. She
meant to be kind to the children, but they puz-
zled her much, because they were not a bit
like herself when she was a child. Aunt Izzie
had been a gentle, tidy little thing, who loved to
sit as Curly Locks did, sewing long seams in the
parlor, and to have her head patted by older
people, and be told that she was a good girl ;
whereas Katy tore her dress every day, hated
sewing, and didn't care a button about being called
"good," while Clover and Elsie shied off like
restless ponies when any one tried to pat their
heads. It was very perplexing to Aunt Izzie, and
she found it hard to quite forgive the children for
being so " unaccountable," and so little like the
good boys and girls in Sunday-school memoirs,
who were the young people she liked best, and
understood most about.
Then Dr. Carr was another person who worried
her. He wished to have the children hardy and
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bold, and encouraged climbing and rough plays, in
spite of the bumps and ragged clothes which re-
sulted. In 'fact, there was just one half-hour of
the day when Aunt Izzie was really satisfied about
her charges, and that was the half-hour before
breakfast, when she had made a law that they
were all to sit in their little chairs and learn the
Bible verse for the day. At this time she looked
at them with pleased eyes, they were all so spick
and span, with such nicely-brushed jackets and
such neatly-combed hair. But the moment the
bell rang her comfort Avas over. From that time
on, they were what she called "not fit to be seen."
The neighbors pitied her very much. They used
to count the sixty stiff white pantalettc legs hung
out to dry every Monday morning, and say to each
other what a sight of washing those children made,
and what a chore it must be for poor Miss Carr to
keep them so nice. But poor Miss Carr didn't
think them at all nice ; that was the worst of it.
" Clover, go up stairs and wash your hands !.
Dorry, pick your hat off the floor and hang it on
the nail ! Not that nail — the third nail from the
corner ! ': These were the kind of things Aunt
THE LITTLE CAKRS. 13
Izzie was saying all clay long. The children
minded her pretty well, but they didn't exactly
love her, I fear. They called her "Aunt Izzie'
always, never "Aunty." Boys and girls will
know what that meant.
I want to show you the little Carrs, and I don't
know that I could ever have a better chance than
one day when five out of the six were perched on
top of the ice-house, like chickens on a roost.
This ice-house was one of their favorite places
It was only a low roof set over a hole in the
ground, and, as it stood in the middle of the side-
yard, it always seemed to the children that the
shortest road to every place was up one of its
slopes and down the other. They also liked to
mount to the ridge-pole, and then, still keeping the
sitting position, to let go, and scrape slowly down
over the warm shingles to the ground. It was bad
for their shoes and trousers, of course, but what of
that? Shoes and trousers, and clothes generally,
were Aunt Izzie's affair ; theirs was to slide and
enjoy themselves.
Clover, next in age to Katy, sat in the middle.
She was a fair, sweet dumpling of a girl, witb
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thick pig-tails of light brown hair, and short-
sighted blue eyes, which seemed to hold tears,
just ready to foil from under the blue. Really,
Clover was the jolliest little thing in the world ;
but these eyes, and her soft cooing voice, always
made people feel like petting her and taking
her part. Once, when she was very small, she
ran away with Katy's doll, and when Katy pur-
sued, and tried to take it from her, Clover held
fast and would not let go. Dr. Carr, who wasn't
attending particularly, heard nothing but the
pathetic tone of Clover's voice, as she said : " Me
won't! Me want dolly ! " and, without stopping
to inquire, he called out sharply: "For shame,
Katy ! give your sister her doll at once ! " which
Katy, much surprised, did ; while Clover purred
in triumph, like a satisfied kitten. Clover was
sunny and sweet-tempered, a little indolent, and
very modest about herself, though, in fact, she
was particularly clever in all sorts of games, and
extremely droll and funny in a quiet way. Every-
body loved her, and she loved everybody, espec-
ially Katy, whom she looked up to as one of the
wisest people in the world.
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Pretty little Phil sat next on the roof to Clover,
and she held him tiirht with her arm. Then came
Elsie, a thin, brown child of eight, with beautiful
dark eyes, and crisp, short curls covering the
whole of her small head. Poor little Elsie was
the " odd one " anions: the Carrs. She didn't seem
to belong exactly to either the older or the younger
children. The great desire and ambition of her
heart was to be allowed to go about with Katy
and Clover and Cecy Hall, and to know their se-
crets, and be permitted to put notes into the little
post-offices they were forever establishing in all
sorts of hidden places. But they didn't want
Elsie, and used to tell her to "run away and play
with the children," which hurt her feelings very
much. When she wouldn't run aWay, I am sorry
to say they ran away from her, which, as their
legs were longest, it was easy to do. Poor Elsie,
left behind, would cry bitter tears, and, as she was
too proud to play much with Dorry and John, her
principal comfort was tracking the older ones about
and discovering their mysteries, especially the
post-offices, which were her greatest grievance.
Her eyes were bright and quick as a bird's. She
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would peep and peer, and follow and watch, till
at last, in some odd, unlikely place, the crotch of
a tree, the middle of the asparagus bed, or, per-
haps, on the very top step of the scuttle ladder,
she spied the little paper box, with its load of
notes, all ending with : "Be sure and not let Elsie
know." Then she would seize the box, and,
marching up to wherever the others were, she
would throw it down, saying, defiantly : "There's
your old post-office ! " but feeling all the time just
like crying. Poor little Elsie ! In almost every
big family, there is one of these unmated, left-
out children. Katy, who had the finest plans
in the world for being "heroic," and of use, never
saw, as she drifted on her heedless way, that here,
in this lonely little sister, was the very chance she
wanted for being a comfort to somebody who
needed comfort very much. She never saw it,
and Elsie's heavy heart went uncheered.
Dorry and Joanna sat on the two ends of the
ridge pole. Dorry was six years old ; a pale,
pudgy boy, with rather a solemn face, and smears
of molasses on the sleeve of his jacket. Joanna,
whom the children called "John," and "Johnnie,"
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was a square, splendid child, a year younger than
Dorry ; she had big brave eyes, and a wide rosy
mouth, wrhich always looked ready to laugh.
These two were great friends, though Dorry
seemed like a girl who had got into boy's clothes
by mistake, and Johnnie like a boy who, in a fit
of fun, had borrowed his sister's frock. And
now, as they all sat there chattering and giggling,
the window above opened, a glad shriek was heard,
and Katy's head appeared. In her hand she held
a heap of stockings, which she waved trium-
phantly.
"Hurray ! " she cried, " all done, and Aunt Izzie
says we may go. Are you tired out waiting? I
couldn't help it, the holes were so big, and took
so long. Hurry up, Clover, and get the things !
Cecy and I will be down in a minute."
The children jumped up gladly, and slid down
the roof. Clover fetched a couple of baskets
from the wood-shed. Elsie ran for her kitten.
Dorry and John loaded themselves with two great
fagots of green boughs. Just as they were ready,
the side-door banged, and Katy and Cecy Hall
came into the yard.
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18 WHAT KATY DID.
I must tell you about Cecy. She was a great
friend of the children's, and lived in a house
next door. The yards of the houses were only
separated by a green hedge, with no gate, so that
Cecy spent two-thirds of her time at Dr. Carr's,
and was exactly like one of the family. She was
a neat, dapper, pink-and-white-girl, modest and
prim in manner, with light shiny hair, which al-
ways kept smooth, and slim hands, which never
looked dirty. How different from my poor Katy !
Katy's hair was forever in a snarl ; her gowns
were always catching on nails and " tearing them-
selves " ; and, in spite of her age and size, she
was as heedless and innocent as a child of six.
Katy was the longest girl that was ever seen.
What she did to made herself grow so, nobody
could tell ; but there she was — up above Papa's
ear, and half a head taller than poor Aunt Izzie.
Whenever she stopped to think about her height
she became very awkward, and felt as if she were
all legs and elbows, and angles and joints. Hap-
pily, her head was so full of other things, of
plans and schemes, and fancies of all sorts, that
she didn't often take time to remember how tall
THE LITTLE CARRS. 19
she was. She was a dear, loving child, for all
her careless habits, and made bushels of good
resolutions every week of her life, only unluckily
she never kept any of them. She had fits of re-
sponsibility about the other children, and longed
to set them a good example, but when the chance
came, she generally forgot to do so. Katy's days
flew like the wind ; for when she wasn't studying
lessons, or sewing and darning with Aunt Izzie,
which she hated extremely, there were always
so many delightful schemes rioting in her brains,
that all she wished for was ten pairs of hands to
carry them out. These same active brains got
her into perpetual scrapes. She was fond of
building castles in the air, and dreaming of the
time when something she had done would make
her famous, so that everybody would hear of her,
and want to know her. I don't think she had
made up her mind what this wonderful thing was
to be ; but while thinking about it she often for-
got to learn a lesson, or to lace her boots, and
then she had a bad mark, or a scolding from Aunt
Izzie. At such times she consoled herself with
planning how, by and by, she would be beautiful
20 WHAT KATY DID.
and beloved, and amiable as an angel. A great
deal was to happen to Katy before that time
came. Her eyes, which were black, were to turn
blue; her nose was to lengthen and straighten,
and her mouth, quite too large at present to suit
the part of a heroine, was to be made over into a
sort of rosy button. Meantime, and until these
charming changes should take place, Katy forgot
her features as much as she could, though still, I
think, the person on earth whom she most envied
was that lady on the outside of the Tricopherous
bottles with the wonderful hair which sweeps the
ground.
CHAPTER II.
PARADISE.
HE place to which the children were
going was a sort of marshy thicket at
the bottom of a field near the house. It
wasn't a bi<? thicket, but it looked big, because the
trees and bushes grew so closely that you could not
see just where it ended. In winter the ground was
damp and boggy, so that nobody went there, except-
ing cows, who don't mind getting their feet wet ;
but in summer the water dried away, and then it was
all fresh and green, and full of delightful things —
wild roses, and sassafras, and birds' nests. Nar-
row, winding paths ran here and there, made by
the cattle as they wandered to and fro. This
place the children called "Paradise," and to them
it seemed as wide and endless and full of adven-
ture as any forest of fairy land.
The way to Paradise was through some wooden
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22 WHAT KATY DID.
bars. Katy and Cecy climbed these with a hop,
skip and jump, while the smaller ones scrambled
underneath. Once past the bars they were fairly
in the field, and, with one consent, they all began
to run till they reached the entrance of the wood.
Then they halted, with a queer look of hesitation
on their faces. It was always an exciting occa-
siou to go to Paradise for the first time after the
Ions: winter. Who knew what the fairies misrht
not have done since any of them had been there
to see?
" Which path shall we go in by? " asked Clover,
at last.
" Suppose we vote," said Katy. " I say by the
Pilgrim's Path and the Hill of Difficulty."
" So do I ! " chimed in Clover, who always
agreed with Katy.
" The Path of Peace is nice," suggested Cecy.
" No, no ! We want to go by Sassafras Path ! "
cried John and Dorry.
However, Katy, as usual, had her way. It was
agreed that they should first try Pilgrim's Path,
and afterward make a thorough exploration of the
whole of their little kingdom, and see all that had
PARADISE. 23
happened since last they were there. So in they
marched, Katy and Cecy heading the procession,
and Dorry, with his great trailing bunch of
boughs, bringing up the rear.
"Oh, there is the dear Rosary, all safe ! " cried
the children, as they reached the top of the Hill
of Difficulty, and came upon a tall stump, out
of the middle of which waved' a wild rose-bush,
budded over with fresh green leaves. This "Ro-
sary " was a fascinating thing to their minds.
They were always inventing stories about it, and
were in constant terror lest some hungry cow
should take a fancy to the rose-bush and eat it up.
" Yes," said Katy, stroking a leaf with her
finger, " it was in great danger one night last win-
ter, but it escaped."
" Oh ! how ? Tell us about it ! " cried the oth-
ers, for Katy's stories were famous in the family.
"It was Christmas Eve," continued Katy, in a
mysterious tone. "The fairy of the Rosary was
quite sick. She had taken a dreadful cold in her
head, and the poplar-tree fairy, just over there,
told her that sassafras tea is <?ood for colds. So she
made a large acorn-cup full, and then cuddled
24 WHAT KATY DID.
herself in where the wood looks so black and soft,
and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, when
she was snoring soundly, there was a noise in the
forest, and a dreadful black bull with fiery eyes
galloped up. He saw our poor Rosy Posy, and,
opening his big mouth, he was just going to bite
her in two ; but at that minute a little fat man,
with a wand in his hand, popped out from behind
the stump. It was Santa Claus, of course. He
gave the bull such a rap with his wand that he
moo-ed dreadfully, and then put up his fore-paw,
to see if his nose was on or not. He found it
was, but it hurt him so that he f moo-ed' again,
and galloped off as fast as he could into the woods.
Then Santa Claus waked up the fairy, and told
her that if she didn't take better care of Rosy
Posy he should put some other fairy into her
place, and set her to keep guard over a prickly,
scratchy, blackberry-bush."
"Is there really any fairy?" asked Dorry, who
had listened to this narrative with open mouth.
"Of course," answered Katy. Then bending
down toward Dorry, she added in a voice in-
PARADISE. 25
tended to be of wonderful sweetness: "I am a
fairy, Dony ! "
" Pshaw ! " was Dorry's reply ; " you're a gi-
raffe — Pa said so ! "
The Path of Peace got its name because of its
darkness and coolness. Hijjh bushes almost met
over it, and trees kept it shady, even in the mid-
dle of the day. A sort of white flower grew
there, which the children called Polly pods, be-
cause they didn't know the real name. They
staid a long while picking bunches of these flow-
ers, and then John and Dony had to grub up an
armful of sassafras roots ; so that before they had
fairly gone through Toadstool Avenue, Rabbit
Hollow, and the rest, the sun was just over their
heads, and it was noon.
"I'm getting hungry," said Dorry.
"Oh, no, Dorry, you mustn't be hungry till the
bower is ready ! " cried the little girls, alarmed,
for Dorry was apt to be disconsolate if he was
kept waiting for his meals. So they made haste
to build the bower. It did not take long, being
composed of boughs hung over skipping-ropes,
which were tied to the very poplar tree where the
86 WHAT KATT DID.
fairy lived who had recommended sassafras tea to
the Fairy of the Rose.
When it was done they all cuddled in under-
neath. It was a very small bower — just big
enough to hold them, and the baskets, and the
kitten. I don't think there would have been
room for anybody else, not even another kitten.
Katy, who sat in the middle, untied and lifted
the lid of the largest basket, while all the rest
peeped eagerly to see what was inside.
First came a great many ginger cakes. These
were carefully laid on the grass to keep till
tvanted : buttered biscuit came next — three a
piece, with slices of cold lamb laid in between ;
and last of all were a dozen hard-boiled eggs, and
a layer of thick bread and butter sandwiched with
corned-beef. Aunt Izzie had put up lunches for
Paradise before, you see, and knew pretty well
what to expect in the way of appetite.
Oh, how good everything tasted in that bower,
with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves,
sunshine and sweet wood-smells about them, and
birds singing overhead ! No grown-up dinner
party ever had half so much fun. Each mouth-
PARADISE. 27
ful was a pleasure ; and when the last crumb
had vanished, Katy produced the second basket,
and there, oh, delightful surprise ! were seven little
pies — molasses pies, baked in saucers — each
with a brown top and crisp candified edge, which
tasted like toffy and lemon-peel, and all sorts of
good things mixed up together.
There was a general shout. Even demure
Cecy was pleased, and Dorry and John kicked
their heels on the ground in a tumult of joy.
Seven pairs of hands were held out at once to-
ward the basket ; seven sets of teeth went to
work without a moment's delay. In an incred-
ibly short time every vestige of pie had disap-
peared, and a blissful stickiness pervaded the
party.
"What shall we do now?" asked Clover, while
little Phil tipped the baskets upside down, as if
to make sure there was nothing left that could
possibly be eaten.
"I don't know," replied Katy, dreamily. She
had left her seat, and was half-sitting, half-lying
on the low, crooked bough of a butternut tree,
which hung almost over the children's heads.
28 WHAT KATY DTD.
w Let's play we're grown up," said Cecy, w and
tell what we mean to do."
"Well," said Clover, "you begin. What do
you mean to do ? "
"I mean to have a black silk dress, and pink
roses in my bonnet, and a white muslin long-
shawl," said Cecy; "and I mean to look exactly
like Minerva Clark ! I shall be very good, too ;
as good as Mrs. Bedell, only a great deal prettier.
All the young gentlemen will want me to go and
ride, but I sha'n't notice them at all, because you
know I shall always be teaching in Sunday-school,
and visiting the poor. And some day, when I am
bendinsr over an old woman and feeding her with
currant jelly, a poet will come along and see
me, and he'll go home and write a poem about
me," concluded Cecy, triumphantly.
"Pooh!" said Clover. "I don't think that
would be nice at all. Tm goin^r to be a beautiful
lady — the most beautiful lady in the world !
And I'm going to live in a yellow castle, with yel-
low pillars to the portico, and a square thing on
top, like Mr. Sawyer's. My children are going tc
have a play-house up there. There's going to be a
PARADISE. 29
spy-glass in the window, to look out of. I shall
wear gold dresses and silver dresses every day,
and diamond rings, and have white satin aprons
to tie on when I'm dusting, or doing anything
dirty. In the middle of my back-yard there will
be a pond-full of Lubin's Extracts, and whenever
I want any I shall go just out and dip a bottle in.
And I sha'n't teach in Sunday-schools, like Cecy,
because I don't want to ; but every Sunday I'll
go and stand by the gate, and when her scholars
go by on their way home, I'll put Lubin's Extracts
"Hi their handkerchiefs."
"I mean to have just the same," cried Elsie,
whose imagination was fired by this gorgeous
vision, "only my pond will be the biggest. I
shall be a great deal beautifuller, too," she added.
"You can't," said Katy from overhead. " Cloven
is going to be the most beautiful lady in the world/
"But I'll be more beautiful than the most beau
tiful," persisted poor little Elsie; "and I'll be
big, too, and know everybody's secrets. And
everybody'll be kind, then, and never run away
and hide ; and there won't be any post-offices, or
anything disagreeable."
30 WHAT KATY DID.
" What'll you be, Johnnie?" asked Clover, anx-
ious to change the subject, for Elsie's voice was
growing plaintive.
But Johnnie had no clear ideas as to her future.
She laughed a great deal, and squeezed Dorry's
arm very tight, but that was all. Dorry was
more explicit.
"I mean to have turkey every day," he de-
clared, " and batter-puddings ; not boiled ones,
you know, but little baked ones, with brown
shiny tops, and a great deal of pudding sauce to
eat on them. And I shall be so big then that
nobody will say, f Three helps is quite enough
for a little boy.' "
"Oh, Dorry, you pig!" cried Katy, while the
others screamed with laughter. Dorry was much
affronted.
"I shall just go and tell Aunt Izzie what you
called me," he said, getting up in a great pet.
But Clover, who was a born peacemaker,
caught hold of his arm, and her coaxings and
entreaties consoled him so much that he finally
said he would stay ; especially as the others were
PARADISE. 31
quite grave now, and promised that they wouldn't
laugh any more.
"And now, Katy, it's your turn," said Cecy ;
" tell us what you're going to be when you grow
up."
"I'm not sure about what I'll be," replied Katy,
from overhead ; " beautiful, of course, and good if
I can, only not so good as you, Cecy, because it
would be nice to go and ride with the young gen-
tlemen sometimes. And I'd like to have a large
house and a splendiferous garden, and then you
could all come and live with me, and we would
play in the garden, and Dorry should have turkey
five times a day if he liked. And we'd have a
machine to darn the stockings, and another ma-
chine to put the bureau drawers in order, and
we'd never sew or knit garters, or do anything we
didn't want to. That's what I'd like to be. But
now I'll tell you what I mean to do."
"Isn't it the same thing?" asked Cecy.
"Oh, no !" replied Katy, "quite different; for
you sec I mean to do something grand. I don't
know what, yet ; but when I'm grown up I shall
find out." (Poor Katy always said " when I'm
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grown up," forgetting how very much she had
grown already.) "Perhaps," she went on, "it
will be rowing out in boats, and saving peoples'
lives, like that girl in the book. Or perhaps I
shall go and nurse in the hospital, like Miss Night-
ingale. Or else I'll head a crusade and ride on
a white horse, with armor and a helmet on my
head, and carry a sacred flag. Or if I don't
do that, I'll paint pictures, or sing, or scalp —
sculp, — what is it? you know — make figures in
marble. Anyhow it shall be something. And
when Aunt Izzie sees it, and reads about me in
the newspapers, she will say, 'The dear child!
I always knew she would turn out an ornament to
the family.' People very often say, afterward,
that they 'always knew,'" concluded Katy, saga-
ciously.
"Oh, Katy! how beautiful it will be!" said
Clover, clasping her hands. Clover believed in
Katy as she did in the Bible.
"I don't believe the newspapers would be so
silly as to print things about you, Katy Can," put
in Elsie, vindictively.
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" Yes they will ! " said Clover ; and gave Elsie
a push.
By and by John and Dorry trotted away on
mysterious errands of their own.
"Wasn't Dorry funny with his turkey?" re-
marked Cecy ; and they all laughed again.
"If you won't tell," said Katy, "I'll let you see
Dorry's journal. He kept it once for almost two
weeks, and then gave it up. I found the book,
this morning, in the nursery closet."
All of them promised, and Katy produced it
from her pocket. It began thus :
"March 12. — Have resolved to keep a jurnal.
March 13. — Had rost befe for diner, and cab-
age, and potato and appel sawse, and rice puding.
I do not like rice puding when it is like ours.
Charley Slack's kind is rele good. Mush and
sirup for tea.
March 19. — Fonnt what did. John and me
saved our pie to take to schule.
March 21. — Forgit what did. Gridcl cakes
for brekfast. Debby didn't fry enufF.
March 24. — This is Sunday. Corn befe for
dinnir. Studdied my Bibel leson. Aunt Issy
3
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said I was gredy. Have resollved not to think
so much about things to ete. Wish I was a beter
boy. Nothing pertikeler for tea.
March 25. — Fonrit what did.
March 27. — Forgit what did.
March 29. —Played.
March 31. — Forgit what did.
April 1. — Have dissided not to kepe a jurnal
enny more."
Here ended the extracts ; and it seemed as if
only a minute had passed since they stopped
laughing over them, before the long shadows
began to fall, and Mary came to say that all
of them must come in to get ready for tea. It
was dreadful to have to pick up the empty bas-
kets and go home, feeling that the long, delight-
ful Saturday was over, and that there wouldn't
be another for a week. But it was comforting to
remember that Paradise was always there ; and
that at anv moment when Fate and Aunt Izzie
■
were willing, they had only to climb a pair of
bars — very easy ones, and without any fear of an
angel with flaming sword to stop the way --enter
in, and take possession of their Eden.
CHAPTER III.
THE DAY OF SCRAPES.
RS. KNIGHT'S school, to which Katy
and Clover and Cecy went, stood quite
at the other end of the town from Dr.
Carr's. It was a low, one-story building, and had a
yard behind it, in which the girls played at recess.
Unfortunately, next door to it was Miss Miller's
school, equally large and popular, and with a yard
behind it also. Only a high board fence separated
the two play-grounds.
Mrs. Knight was a stout, gentle woman, who
moved slowly, and had a face which made you
think of an amiable and well-disposed cow. Miss
Miller, on the contrary, had black eyes, with black
corkscrew curls waving about them, and was gen-
erally brisk and snappy. A constant feud raged
between the two schools as to the respective merits
of the teachers and the instruction. The Knight
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girls, for some unknown reason, considered them-
selves genteel and the Miller girls vulvar, and
took no pains to conceal this opinion ; while the
Miller girls, on the other hand, retaliated by
being as aggravating as they knew how. They
spent their recesses and intermissions mostly in
making faces through the knot-holes in the fence,
and over the top of it when they could get there,
which wasn't an easy thing to do, as the fence
was pretty high. The Knight girls could make
faces too, for all their gentility. Their yard had
one great advantage over the other : it possessed
a wood-shed, with a climbable roof, which com-
manded Miss Miller's premises, and upon this the
girls used to sit in rows, turning up their noses at
the next yard, and irritating the foe by jeering
remarks. "Knights," and " Millerites," the two
schools called each other : and the feud raged so
high, that sometimes it was hardly safe for a
Knight to meet a Millerite in the street ; all of
which, as may be imagined, was exceedingly im-
proving both to the manners and morals of the
young ladies concerned.
One morning, not long after the day in Paradise,
THE DAY OF SCRAPES. 37
Katy was late. She could not find her things.
Her algebra, as she expressed it, had "gone and
lost itself," her slate was missing, and the string
was off her sun-bonnet. She ran about, searching
for these articles and banging doors, till Aunt
Izzie was out of patience.
"As for your algebra," she said, "if it is that
very dirty book with only one cover, and scribbled
all over the leaves, you will find it under the
kitchen-table. Philly was playing before break-
fast that it was a pig : no wonder, I'm sure,
for it looks good for nothing else. How you do
manage to spoil your school-books in this manner,
Katy, T cannot imagine. It is less than a month
since your father got you a new algebra, and look
at it now — not fit to be carried about. I do wish
you would realize what books cost !
"About your slate," she went on, "I know
nothing ; but here is the bonnet-string ;" taking it
out of her pocket.
"Oh, thank you I " said Katy, hastily sticking it
on with a pin.
"Katy Carr!" almost screamed Miss Izzie,
" what are you about? Pinning on your bonnet-
SS WHAT KATY DID.
string! Mercy on me, what shiftless thing will
you do next? Now stand still, and don't fidget!
You sha'n't stir till I have sewed it on properly."
It wasn't easy to "stand still and not fidget,"
with Aunt Izzie fussing away and lecturing, and
now and then, in a moment of forgetfulness, stick-
ing her needle into one's chin. Katy bore it as
well as she could, only shifting perpetually from
one foot to the other, and now and then uttering a
little snort, like an impatient horse. The minute
she was released she flew into the kitchen, seized
the algebra, and rushed like a whirlwind to the
gate, where good little Glover stood patiently
waiting, though all ready herself, and terribly
afraid she should be late.
" We shall have to run," gasped Katy, quite out
of breath. " Aunt Izzie kept me. She has been
so horrid ! "
They did run as fast as they could, but time ran
faster, and before they were half way to school the
town clock struck nine, and all hope was over.
This vexed Katy very much ; for, though often late,
6he was always eager to be early.
"There," she said, stopping short," I shall just
THE DAY OF SCRAPES. 39
toll Aunt Izzie that it was her fault. It is too bad."
And she marched into school in a very cross mood.
A day begun in this manner is pretty sure to
end badly, as most of us know. All the morning
through, things seemed to go wrong. Katy missed
twice in her grammar lesson, and lost her place in
the class. Her hand shook so when she copied
her composition, that the writing, not good at
best, turned out almost illegible, so that Mrs.
Knight said it must all be done over again. This
made Katy crosser than ever ; and almost before
she thought, she had whispered to Clover, " How
hateful!" And then, when just before recess all
who had M communicated " were requested to stand
up, her conscience gave such a twinge that she
was forced to get up with the rest, and see a black
mark put against her name on the list. The tears
came into her eyes from vexation ; and, for fear
the other girls would notice them, she made a bolt
for the yard as soon as the bell rang, and mounted
up all alone to the wood house-roof, where she
sat with her back to the school, fi^htim* with her
eyes, and trying to get her face in order before
the reel should come.
40 WHAT KATY DID.
Miss Miller's clock was about four minutes slower
than Mrs. Knight's, so the next play-ground was
empty. It was a warm, breezy day, and as Katy
sat there, suddenly a gust of wind came, and seiz-
ing her sun-bonnet, which was only half tied on,
whirled it across the roof. She clutched after it
as it flew, but too late. Once, twice, thrice, it
flapped, then it disappeared over the edge, and
Katy, flying after, saw it lying a crumpled lilac
heap in the very middle of the enemy's yard.
This was horrible ! Not merely losing the bonnet,
for Katy was comfortably indifferent as to what
became of her clothes, but to lose it so. In
another minute the Miller girls would be out. Al-
ready she seemed to see them dancing war-dances
round the unfortunate bonnet, pinning it on a pole,
using it as a foot-ball, waving it over the fence,
and otherwise treating it as Indians treat a captive
taken in war. Was it to be endured? Never f
Better die first ! And with very much the feeling
of a person who faces destruction rather than for-
feit honor, Katy set her teeth, and sliding rapidly
down the roof, seized the fence, and with one
bold leap vaulted into Miss Miller's yard.
THE DAY OF SCRAPES. 41
Just then the recess bell tinkled ; and a little
Millerite who sat by the window, and who, for
two seconds, had been dying to give the exciting
information, squeaked out to the others : " There's
Katy Carr in our back-yard ! "
Out poured the Millerites, big and little. Their
wrath and indignation at this daring invasion can-
not be described. With a howl of fury they pre-
cipitated themselves upon Katy, but she was quick
as they, and holding the rescued bonnet in her
hand, was already half-way up the fence.
There are moments when it is a fine thing to be
tall. On this occasion Katy's long legs and arms
served her an excellent turn. Nothing but a
Daddy Long Legs ever climbed so fast or so
wildly as she did now. In one second she had
gained the top of the fence. Just as she went
over a Millerite seized her by the last foot, and
almost drained her boot oif.
Almost, not quite, thanks to the stout thread
with which Aunt Izzie had sewed on the buttons.
With a frantic kick Katy released herself, and had
the satisfaction of seeing her assailant go head
over heels backward, while, with a shriek of
42 WHAT KATY DTD.
triumph and fright, she herself plunged headlong
into the midst of a group of Knights. They were
listening with open mouths to the uproar, and
now stood transfixed at the astonishing spectacle
of one of their number absolutely returning alive
from the camp of the enemy.
I cannot tell you what a commotion ensued.
The Knights were beside' themselves with pride
and triumph. Katy was kissed and hugged, and
made to tell her story over and over again, while
rows of exulting girls sat on the wood-house roof
to crow over the discomfited Millerites : and
when, later, the foe rallied and began to retort over
the fence, Clover, armed with a tack-hammer,
was lifted up in the arms of one of the tall girls
to rap the intruding knuckles as they appeared on
the top. This she did with such good-will that the
Millerites were glad to drop down again, and
mutter vengeance at a safe distance. Altogether
it was a great day for the school, a day to be re-
membered. As time went on, Katy, what with
the excitement of her adventure, and of being
praised and petted by the big girls, grew perfectly
veckless, and hardly knew what she said or did.
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A good many of the scholars lived too far from
school to go home at noon, and were in the habit
of bringing their lunches in baskets, and staying
all day. Katy and Clover were of this number.
This noon, after the dinners were eaten, it was
proposed that they should play something in the
school-room, and Katy's unlucky star put it into
her bead to invent a new game, which she called
the Game of Rivers.
It was played in the following manner : Each
girl took the name of a river, and laid out for her-
self an appointed path through the room, winding
among the desks and benches, and making a low,
roaring sound, to imitate the noise of water.
Cecy was the Platte, Marianne Brooks, a tall girl,
the Mississippi, Alice Blair, the Ohio, Clover,
the Penobscot, and so on. They were instructed
to run into each other once in a while, because,
as Katy said, "rivers do." As for Katy herself,
she was "Father Ocean," and, growling horribly,
raged up and down the platform where Mrs.
Knight usually sat. Every now and then, when
the others were at the far end of the room,
she would suddenly cry out, " Now for a meet*
44 WHAT KATY DID.
ing of the waters ! " whereupon all the rivers
bouncing, bounding, scrambling, screaming,
would turn and run toward Father Ocean ,
while he roared louder than all of them put to-
gether, and made short rushes up and down, to
represent the movement of waves on a beach.
Such a noise as this beautiful game made was
never heard in the town of Burnet before or since.
It was like the bellowing of the bulls of Bashan,
the squeaking of pigs, the cackle of turkey-cocks,
and the laugh of wild hyenas all at once ; and, in
addition, there was a great banging of furniture
and scraping of many feet on an uncarpeted floor.
People going by stopped and stared, children cried,
an old lady asked why some one didn't run for a
policeman ; while the Miller girls listened to the
proceedings with malicious pleasure, and told
everybody that it was the noise that Mrs. Knight's
scholars " usually made at recess."
Mrs. Knight coming back from dinner, was
much amazed to see a crowd of people collected
in front of her school. As she drew near, the
sounds reached her, and then she became really
frightened, for she thought somebody was
THE DAY OF SCRAPES. 45
being murdered on her premises. Hurrying in,
she threw open the door, and there, to her dis-
may, was the whole room in a frightful state of
confusion and uproar : chairs flung down, desks
upset, ink streaming on the floor ; while in the
midst of the ruin the frantic rivers raced and
screamed, and old Father Ocean, with a face as
red as fire, capered like a lunatic on the platform.
"What does this mean?" gasped poor Mrs.
Knight, almost unable to speak for horror.
At the sound of her voice the Rivers stood still ;
Father Ocean brought his prances to an abrupt
close, and slunk down from the platform. All of
a sudden, each girl seemed to realize what a con-
dition the room was in, and what a horrible thins1
she had done. The timid ones cowered behind
their desks, the bold ones tried to look uncon-
scious, and, to make matters worse, the scholars
tvho had gone home to dinner began to return,
»taring at the scene of disaster, and asking, in
whispers, what had been going on?
Mrs. Knight rans* the bell. When the school
had come to order, she had the desks and chairs
picked up, while she herself brought wet cloths to
46 WHAT KATY DID.
sop the ink from the floor. This was done in pro-
found silence ; and the expression of Mrs. Knight's
face was so direful and solemn, that a fresh damp
fell upon the spirits of the guilty Rivers, and
Father Ocean wished himself thousands of miles
away.
When all was in order again, and the girls had
taken their seats, Mrs. Knight made a short speech.
She said she never was so shocked in her life be-
fore ; she had supposed that she could trust
them to behave like ladies when her back was
turned. The idea that they could act so disgrace-
fully, make such an uproar and alarm people going
by, had never occurred to her, and she was deeply
pained. It was setting a bad example to all the
neighborhood — by which Mrs. Knight meant the
rival school, Miss Miller having just sent over a
little girl, with her compliments, to ask if any one
was hurt, and could she do anything? which wai
naturally aggravating ! Mrs. Knight hoped thev
were sorry ; she thought they must be — sorr}
and ashamed. The exercises could now go on as
usual. Of course some punishment would be in-
flicted for the offence, but she should have to re-
THE DAY OF SCRAPES. 47
fleet before deciding what it ou^ht to be. Mean-
time she wanted them all to think it over seriously ;
and if any one felt that she was more to blame
than the others, now was the moment to rise
and confess it.
Katy's heart gave a great thump, but she rose
bravely : "I made up the game, and I was Father
Ocean," she said to the astonished Mrs. Knight,
who glared at her for a minute, and then re-
plied solemnly : " Very well, Katy — sit down ; "
which Katy did, feeling more ashamed than ever,
but somehow relieved in her mind. There is a
saving grace in truth which helps truth-tellers
through the worst of their troubles, and Katy found
this out now.
The afternoon was lon^and hard. Mrs. Knight
did not smile once ; the lessons dragged ; and
Katy, after the heat and excitement of the fore-
noon, began to feel miserable. She had received
more than one hard blow during the meetings of
the waters, and had bruised herself almost with-
out knowing it, against the desks and chairs. All
these places now began to ache : her head throbbed
48 WHAT KAVY DID.
so that she could hardly see, and a .urap of some-
thing heavy seemed to be lying on her heart.
When school was over, Mrs. Knight rose and said,
"The young ladies who took part in the game this
afternoon are requested to remain. " All the
others went away, and shut the door behind them.
It was a horrible moment : the girls never forgot
it, or the hopeless sound of the door as the last
departing scholar clapped it after her as she left.
I can't begin to tell you what it was that Mrs.
Knight said to them : it was very affecting, and be-
fore long most of the girls began to cry. The pen-
alty for their offence was announced to be the loss
of recess for three weeks ; but that wasn't half so bad
as seems: Mrs. Knight so "religious and afflicted,"
as Cecy told her mother afterward. One by one
the sobbing sinners depai ted from the school-room.
When most of them were gone, Mrs. Knight
called Katy up to the platform, and said a few
words to her specially. She was not really severe,
but Katy was too penitent and worn out to bear
much, and before long was weeping like a water-
spout, or like the ocean she had pretended to bp.
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much affected that she let her off at once, and
even kissed her in token of forgiveness, which
made poor Ocean sob harder than ever. All the
way home she sobbed; faithful little Clover, run-
n-Mg along by her side in great distress, boshing
her to stop crying, and trying in vain to hold up
the fragments of her dress, which was lorn in at
least a dozen places. Katy could not stop crying,
and it was fortunate that Aunt Izzie happened to
be out, and that the only person who saw her in
this piteous plight was Mary, the nurse, who
doted on the children, and was always ready to
help them out of their troubles.
On this occasion she petted and cosseted Katy
exactly as if it had been Johnny or little Phil.
She took her on her lap, bathed the hot head,
brushed the hair, put arnica on the bruises, and
produced a clean frock, so that by tea-time the
poor child, except for her red eyes, looked like
herself again, and Aunt Izzie didn't notice any-
thing unusual.
For a wonder, Dr. Carr was at home that even-
ing. It was always a great treat to the children
when this happened, and Katy thought herself
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happy when, after the little ones had gone to bed,
she got Papa to herself, and told him the whole
story.
" Papa," she said, sitting on his knee, which, big
girl as she was, she liked very much to do, " what
is the reason that makes some days so lucky ana
other days so unlucky? Now to-day began all
wrong, and everything that happened in it was
wrong, and on other days I begin right, and all
goes right, straight through. If Aunt Izzie hadn't
kept me in the morning, I shouldn't have lost my
mark, and then I shouldn't have been cross, and
then perhaps I shouldn't have got in my other
scrapes."
"But what made Aunt Izzie keep you, Katy?"
"To sew on the string of my bonnet, Papa."
" But how did it happen that the string was off? "
"Well, " said Katy, reluctantly," I am afraid that
was my fault, for it came off on Tuesday, and I
didn't fasten it on."
" So you see we must go back of Aunt Izzie for
the beginning of this unlucky day of yours, Childie.
Did you ever hear the old saying about f For the
want of a nail the shoe was lost ' ? "
THE DAY OF SCRAPES. 51
"No, never — tell it to me!" cried Katy, who
loved stories as well as when she was three years
old.
So Dr. Carr repeated —
"For the want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For the want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For the want of a horse the rider was lost,
For the want of the rider the battle was lost,
For the want of the battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for want of a horse-shoe nail."
" Oh, Papa ! "exclaimed Katy, giving him a great
hug as she got off his knee, " I see what you mean !
Who would have thought such a little speck of a
thing as not sewing on my string could make a
difference? But I don't believe I shall get in any
more scrapes, for I sha'n't ever forget —
'For the want of a nail the shoe was lost.' M
CHAPTER IV.
KIKERI.
UT I am sorry to say that my poor,
thoughtless Katy did forget, and did
get into another scrape, and that no
later than the very next Monday.
Monday was apt to be rather a stormy day at
the Carr's. There was the big wash to be done,
and Aunt Izzie always seemed a little harder to
please, and the servants a good deal crosser than
on common days. But I think it was also, in
part, the fault of the children, who, after the
quiet of Sunday, were specially frisky and up-
roarious, and readier than usual for all sorts of
mischief.
To Clover and Elsie, Sunday seemed to begin
at Saturday's bed-time, when their hair was wet,
and screwed up in papers, that it might curl next
day. Elsie's waved naturally, so Aunt Izzie
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didn't think it necessary to pin her papers very
tight ; but Clover's thick, straight locks required
to be pinched hard before they would give even
the least twirl, and to her, Saturday night was
one of misery. She would lie tossing, and turn-
ing, and trying first one side of her head and
then the other ; but whichever way she placed
herself, the hard knobs and the pins stuck
out and hurt her ; so when at last she fell
asleep, it was face down, with her small nose
buried in the pillow, which was not comfort-
able, and gave her bad dreams. In consequence
of these sufferings Clover hated curls, and when
she "made up" stories for the younger children,
they always commenced : " The hair of the beau-
tiful princess was as straight as a yard-stick, and
she never did it up in papers — never ! "
Sunday always began with a Bible story, fol-
lowed by a breakfast of baked beans, which two
things were much tangled up together in Philly's
mind. After breakfast the children studied their
Sunday-school lessons, and then the big carryall
came round, and they drove to church, which was
a good mile off. It was a large, old-fashioned
54 WHAT KATY DID.
church, with galleries, mid long pews with high
red-cushioned seats. The choir sat at the end,
behind a low, green curtain, which slipped from
side to side on rods. When the sermon began,
they would draw the curtain aside and show
themselves, all ready to listen, but the rest of the
time they kept it shut. Katy always guessed
that they must be having good times behind the
green curtain — eating orange-peel, perhaps, or
reading the Sunday-school books — and she often
wished she might sit up there among them.
The seat in Dr. Carr's pew was so high that
none of the children, except Katy, could touch
the floor, even with the point of a toe. This
made their feet go to sleep ; and when they felt
the queer little pin-pricks which drowsy feet use
to rouse themselves with, they would slide off the
seat, and sit on the benches to get over it. Once
there, and well hidden from view, it was almost
impossible not to whisper. Aunt Izzie would
frown and shake her head, but it did little good,
especially as Phil and Dorry were sleeping with
their heads on her lap, and it took both her hands
to keep them from rolling off into the bottom of
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the pew. When good old Dr. Stone said,
"Finally, my brethren," she would begin waking
them up. It was hard work sometimes, but gen-
erally she succeeded, so that during the last
hymn the two stood together on the seat, quite
brisk and refreshed, sharing a hymn-book, and
makiug believe to siug like the older people.
After church came Sunday-school, which the
children liked very much, and then they went
home to dinner, which was always the same on
Sunday — cold corned-beef, baked potatoes, and
rice pudding. They did not go to church in the
afternoon unless they wished, but were pounced
upon by Katy instead, and forced to listen to the
reading of The Sunday Visitor, a religious paper,
of which she was the editor. This paper was partly
written, partly printed, on a large sheet of foolscap,
and had at the top an ornamental device, in lead
pencil, with " Sunday Visitor " in the middle of
it. The reading part began with a dull little piece
of the kind which grown people call an editorial,
about " Neatness," or " Obedience," or " Punc-
tuality." The children always fidgeted when
listening to this, partly, I think, because it
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aggravated them to have Katy recommending on
paper, as very easy, the virtues which she herself
found it so hard to practise in real life. Next
came anecdotes about dogs and elephants and
snakes, taken from the Natural History book,
and not very interesting, because the audience
knew them by heart already. A hymn or two
followed, or a string of original verses, and, last
of all, a chapter of " Little Maria and Her Sisters,"
a dreadful tale, in which Katy drew so much
moral, and made such personal allusions to the
faults of the rest, that it was almost more than
they could bear. In fact, there had just been a
nursery rebellion on the subject. You must
know that, for some weeks back, Katy had been
too lazy to prepare any fresh Sunday Visitors,
and so had forced the children to sit in a row
and listen to the back numbers, which she read
aloud from the very beginning! ? Little Maria ':
sounded much worse when taken in these large
doses, and Clover and Elsie, combining for once,
made up their minds to endure it no longer. So,
watching their chance, they carried off the whole
edition, and poked it into the kitchen fire, where
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they watched it burn with a mixture of fear and
delight which it was comical to witness. They
da*ed not confess the deed, but it was impossible
not to look conscious when Katy was flying about
and rummaging after her lost treasure, and she
suspected them, and was very irate in conse-
quence.
The evenings of Sunday were always spent in
repeating hymns to Papa and Aunt Izzie. This
was fun, for they all took turns, and there
was quite a scramble as to who should secure the
favorites, such as "The west hath shut its gate oi
gold," and "Go when the morning shineth." On
the whole, Sunday was a sweet and pleasant day,
and the children thought so ; but, from its being
so much quieter than other days, they always got
up on Monday full of life and mischief, and ready
to fizz over at any minute, like champagne bottles
with the wires just cut.
This particular Monday was rainy, so there
couldn't be any out-door play, which was the
usual vent for over-high spirits. The little ones,
cooped up in the nursery all the afternoon, had
grown perfectly riotous. Philly was not quite
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well, and had been taking medicine. The
medicine was called Elixir Pro, It was a
great favorite with Aunt Izzie, who kept a
bottle of it always on hand. The bottle was
large and black, with a paper label tied round its
neck, and the children shuddered at the sight
of it.
After Phil had stopped roaring and spluttering,
and play had begun again, the dolls, as was only
natural, were taken ill also, and so was " Pikery,"
John's little yellow chair, which she always pre-
tended was a doll too. She kept an old apron
tied on his back, and generally took him to bed
with her — not into bed, that would have been
troublesome ; but close by, tied to the bed-post.
Now, as she told the others, Pikery was very
sick indeed. He must have some medicine, just
like Philly.
<? Give him some water," suggested Dorry.
"No," said John, decidedly, " it must be black
and out of a bottle, or it won't do any good."
After thinking a moment, she trotted quietly
across the passage into Aunt Izzie's room. No-
body was there, but John knew where the Elixir
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Pro was kept — in the closet on the third shelf.
She pulled one of the drawers out a little, climbed
up, and reached it down. The children were en-
chanted when she marched hack, the bottle in one
hand, the cork in the other, and proceeded to
pour a liberal dose on to Pikery's wooden seat,
which John called his lap.
There! there! my poor boy," she said, pat-
ting his shoulder — I mean his arm — " swallow it
down — it'll do you good."
Just then Aunt Izzie came in, and to her dis-
may saw a long trickle of something dark and
sticky running down on to the carpet. It was
Pikery's medicine, which he had refused to
swallow.
"What is that?" she asked sharply.
"My baby is sick," faltered John, displaying
the guilty bottle.
Aunt Izzie rapped her over the head with a
thimble, and told her that she was a very naughty
child, whereupon Johnnie pouted, and cried a lit-
tle. Aunt Izzie wiped up the slop, and taking
away the Elixir, retired with it to her closet, say-
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ing that she " never knew anything like it — it
was always so on Mondays."
What further pranks were played in the nursery
that clay, I cannot pretend to tell. But late in
the afternoon a dreadful screaming was heard, and
when people rushed from all parts of the house to
see what was the matter, behold, the nursery
door was locked, and nobody could get in. Aunt
Izzie called through the keyhole to have it opened,
but the roars were so loud that it was Ions: before
she could get an anwer. At last Elsie, sobbing
violently, explained that Dorry had locked the
door, and now the key wouldn't turn, and they
couldn't open it. Would they have to stay there
always, and starve?
"Of course you won't, you foolish child," ex-
claimed Aunt Izzie. "Dear, dear, what on earth
will come next ? Stop crying, Elsie — do you hear
me? You shall all be got out in a few minutes."
And sure enough, the next thing came a rattling
at the blinds, and there was Alexander, the hired
man, standing- outside on a tall ladder and nodding
his head at the children. The little ones forgot
their fright. They flew to open the window, and
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frisked and jumped about Alexander as he climbed
in and unlocked the door. It struck them as be-
ing such a line thing to be let out in this way, that
Dorry began to rather plume himself for fastening
them in.
But Aunt Izzie didn't take this view of the case.
She scolded them well, and declared they were trou-
blesome children, who couldn't be trusted one mo-
ment out of sight, and that she was more than half
sorry she had promised to go to the Lecture that
evening. "How do I know," she concluded,
"that before I come home you won't have set the
house on fire, or killed somebody?"
"Oh, no we won't! no we won't!" whined the
children, quite moved by this frightful picture.
But bless you — ten minutes afterward the}' had
forgotten all about it.
All this time Katy had been sitting on the ledge
of the bookcase in the Library, poring over a
book. It was called Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered.
The man who wrote it was an Italian, but some-
body had done the story over into English. It
was rather a queer book for a little girl to take a
fancy to, but somehow Katy liked it very much.
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It told about knights, and ladies, and giants, and
battles, and made her feel hot and cold by turns
as she read, and as if she must rush at something,
and shout, and strike blows. Katy was naturally
fond of reading. Papa encouraged it. He kept a
few books locked up, and then turned her loose in
the Library. She read all sorts of things : travels,
and sermons, and old magazines. Nothing was
so dull that she couldn't get through with it. Any-
thing really interesting absorbed her so that she
never knew what was going on about her. The
little girls to whose houses she went visiting had
found this out, and always hid away their story-
books when she was expected to tea. If they
didn't do this, she was sure to pick one up and
plunge in, and then it was no use to call her, or
tug at her dress, for she neither saw nor heard
anything more, till it was time to go home.
This afternoon she read the Jerusalem till it
was too dark to see any more. On her way up
stairs she met Aunt Izzie, with bonnet and shawl
on.
"Where have you been?" she said. "I have
been calling you for the last half-hour."
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" I didn't hear you, ma'am."
"But where were 3rou?' persisted Miss Izzie.
ff In the Library, reading," replied Katy.
Her aunt gave a sort of sniff, but she knew
Katy's ways, and said no more.
" I'm o-oino^ out to drink tea with Mrs. Hall
and attend the evening Lecture," she went on.
w Be sure that Clover gets her lesson, and if Cecy
comes over as usual, you must send her home
early. All of you must be in bed by nine."
K Yes'm," said Katy, but I fear she was not at-
tending much, but thinking, in her secret soul,
how jolly it was to have Aunt Izzie go out for
once. Miss Carr was very faithful to her duties :
she seldom left the children, even for an evening ;
so whenever she did, they felt a certain sense of
novelty and freedom, which was dangerous as
well as pleasant.
Still, I am sure that on this occasion Katy
meant no mischief. Like all excitable people,
she seldom did mean to do wrong, she just did it
when it came into her head. Supper passed off
successfully, and all might have gone well, had it
not been that after the lessons were learned, and
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Cecy had come in, they fell to talking about
« Kikeri."
Kikeri was a game which had been very pop-
ular with them a year before. They had in-
vented it themselves, and chosen for it this queer
name out of an old fairy story. It was a sort of
mixture of Blindman's Buff and Tag — only instead
of any one's eyes being bandaged, they all played
in the dark. One of the children would stay out
in the hall, which was dimly lighted from the
stairs, while the others hid themselves in the nurs-
ery. When they were all hidden, they would
call out "Kikeri," as a signal for the one in the
hall to come in and find them. Of course, com
ins from the lisrht he could see nothing, while the
others could see only dimly. It was very excit-
ing to stand crouching up iu a corner and watch
the dark figure stumbling about and feeling to
right and left, while every now and then some-
body, just escaping his clutches, would slip past
and gain the hall, which was "Freedom Castle,"
with a joyful shout of "Kikeri, Kikeri, Kikeri,
Ki ! " Whoever was caught had to take the place
of the catcher. For a long time this game was the
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delight of the Carr children ; but so many scratches
and black-and-blue spots came of it, and so many
of the nursery things were thrown down and
broken, that at last Aunt Izzie issued an order
that it should not be piayed any more. This was
almost a year since ; but talking of it now put it
into their heads to want to try it again.
"After all we didn't promise," said Cecy.
"No, and Pajpa never said a word about our
not playing it," added Katy, to whom "Papa"
was authority, and must always be minded, while
Aunt Izzie might now and then be defied.
So they all went up stairs. Dorry and John,
though half undressed, were allowed to join the
game. Philly was fast asleep in another room.
It was certainly splendid fun. Once Clover
climbed up on the mantle-piece and sat there,
and when Katy, who was finder, groped about a
little more wildly than usual, she caught hold
of Clover's foot, and couldn't imagine where it
came from. Dorry got a hard knock, and cried,
and at another time Katy's dress caught on the
bureau handle and was frightfully torn, but these
were too much affairs of every day to interfere in
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the least with the pleasures of Kikeri. The fun
and frolic seemed to grow greater the longer they
played. In the excitement, time went on much
faster than any of them dreamed. Suddenly, in
the midst of the noise, came a sound — the sharp
distinct slam of the carryall-door at the side en-
trance. Aunt Izzie had returned from her
Lecture !
The dismay and confusion of that moment I
Cecy slipped down stairs like an eel, and fled on
the wings of fear along the path which led to her
home. Mrs. Hall, as she bade Aunt Izzie good-
night, and shut Dr. Carr's front door behind her
with a bang, might have been struck with the
singular fact that a distant bang came from her
own front door like a sort of echo. But she was
not a suspicious woman ; and when she went up
stairs there were Cecy's clothes neatly folded on a
chair, and Cecy herself in bed, fast asleep, only
with a little more color than usual in her cheeks.
Meantime, Aunt Izzie was on her way up
stairs, and such a panic as prevailed in the
nursery ! Katy felt it, and basely scuttled off
to her own room, where she went to bed with all
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possible speed. But the others found it much
harder to go to bed ; there were so many of
them, all getting into each other's way, and with
no lamp to see by. Dorry and John popped
under the clothes half undressed, Elsie dis-
appeared, and Clover, too late for either, and
hearing Aunt Izzie's step in the hall, did this
horrible thing — fell on her knees, with her face
buried in a chair, and began to say her prayers
very hard indeed.
Aunt Izzie, coming in with a candle in her
hand, stood in the doorway, astonished at the
spectacle. She sat down and waited for Clover
to get through, while Clover, on her part, didn't
dare to get through, but went on repeating "Now
I lay me" over and over again, in a sort of de-
spair. At last Aunt Izzie said very griml}' :
"That will do, Clover, you can get up!" and
Clover rose, feeling like a culprit, which she was,
for it was much naughtier to pretend to be pray-
ing than to disobey Aunt Izzie and be out of bed
after ten o'clock, though I think Clover hardly
understood this then.
Aunt Izzie at once began to undress her, and
68 WHAT KATY DID.
while doing so asked so many questions, that be-
fore Ions: she had got at the truth of the whole
matter. She gave Clover a sharp scolding, and
leaving her to wash her tearful face, she went to the
bed where John and Dorry lay, fast asleep, and
snoring as conspicuously as they knew how.
Something strange in the appearance of the bed
made her look more closely : she lifted the clothes,
and there, sure enough, they were — -half dressed,
and with their school-boots on.
Such a shake as Aunt Izzie gave the little
scamps at this discovery, would have roused a
couple of dormice. Much against their will,
John and Dorry were forced to wake up, and be
slapped and scolded, and made ready for bed,
Aunt Izzie standing over them all the while, like
a dragon. She had just tucked them warmly
in, when for the first time she missed Elsie.
" Where is my poor little Elsie ? " she exclaimed.
"In bed," said Clover, meekly.
"In bed!" repeated Aunt Izzie, much amazed.
Then stooping down, she gave a vigorous pull.
The trundle-bed came into view, and sure enough,
there was Elsie, in full dress, shoes and all, but
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so fast asleep that not all Aunt Izzie's shakes, and
pinches, and calls, were able to rouse her. Her
clothes were taken off, her boots unlaced, her
uight-gown put on ; but through it all Elsie
slept, and she was the only one of the children
who did not get the scolding she deserved that
dreadful night.
Katy did not even pretend to be asleep when
Aunt Izzie went to her room. Her tardy con-
science had waked up, and she was lying in bed,
very miserable at having drawn the others into a
scrape as well as herself, and at the failure of her
last set of resolutions about " setting an example
to the younger ones." So unhappy was she, that
Aunt Izzie'* severe words were almost a relief;
and though she cried herself to sleep, it was rather
from the burden of her own thoughts than be-
cause she had been scolded.
She cried even harder the next day, for Dr.
Carr talked to her more seriously than he had ever
done before. He reminded her of the time when
her Mamma died, and of how she said, ,f Katy must
be a Mamma to the little ones, when she grows
up." And he asked her if she didn't think the
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time was come for beginning to take this dear
place towards the children. Poor Katy ! She
sobbed as if her heart would break at this, and
though she made no promises, I think she was
never quite so thoughtless again, after that day.
As for the rest, Papa called them together and
made them distinctly understand that " Kikeri "
was never to be played any more. It was so sel-
dom that Papa forbade any games, however bois-
terous, that this order really made an impression
on the unruly brood, and they never have played
Kikeri again, from that day to this.
CHAPTER V.
IN THE LOFT.
DECLARE, said Miss Petingill, laying
down her Work, " if them children don't
beat all ! What on airth are they goin<?
to do now ? "
Miss Petingill was sitting in the little room ir
the back building, which she always had when she
came to the Carr's for a week's mending and mak-
ing over. She was the dearest, funniest old
woman who ever went out sewing by the day.
Her face was round, and somehow made you
think of a very nice baked apple, it was so criss-
crossed, and lined by a thousand good-natured
puckers. She was small and wiry, and wore caps
and a false front, which was just the color of a
dusty Newfoundland dog's back. Her eyes were
dim, and she used spectacles ; but for all that, she
was an excellent worker. Every one liked Miss
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Petingill, though Aunt Izzie did once say that her
tongue f was hunsr in the middle. " Aunt Izzie
made this remark when she was in a temper, and
was by no means prepared to have Phil walk up
at once and request Miss Petingill to " stick it
out," which she obligingly did ; while the rest
of the children crowded to look. They couldn't
see that it was different from other tongues, but
Philly persisted in finding somethiug curious about
it; there mast be, you know — since it was hung
in that queer way !
Wherever Miss Petinsrill went, all sorts of
treasures went with her The children liked to
have her come, for it was as good as a fairy story,
or the circus, to see her things unpacked. Miss
Petingill was very much afraid of burglars ; she
lay awake half the night listening for them, and
nothing on earth would have persuaded her to
go anywhere, leaving behind what she called her
"Plate." This stately word meant six old tea*
spoons, very thin and bright and sharp, and a
butter-knife, whose handle set forth that it was
'A testimonial of gratitude, for saving the life
of Ithuriel Jobson, aged seven, on the occasion
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of his being attacked with quinsy sore throat."
Miss Petingill was very proud of her knife. It
and the spoons travelled about in a little basket
which huna: on her arm, and was never allowed to
be out of her sight, even when the family she was
sewing for were the houestest people in the world.
Then, beside the plate-basket, Miss Petingill
never stirred without Tom, her tortoise-shell cat.
Tom was a a beauty, and knew his power ; he
ruled Miss Petingill with a rod of iron, and
always sat in the rocking-chair when there was
one. It was no matter where she sat, Miss Pet-
ingill told people, but Tom was delicate, and
must be made comfortable. A big family Bible
always came too, and a special red merino pin-
cushion, and some " shade pictures" of old Mr.
and Mrs. Petingill and Peter Petingill, who was
drowned at sea ; and photographs of Mrs. Porter,
who used to be Marcia Petingill, and Mrs. Por-
ter's husband, and all the Porter children. Many
little boxes and jars came also, and a long row of
phials and bottles, filled with home-made physic
and herb teas. Miss Petingill could not have slept
without having them beside her, for, as she said,
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how did she know that she might not be ff took
sudden " with something, and die for want of a
little ginger-balsam or pennyroyal ?
The Carr children always made so much noise,
that it required something unusual to make Miss
Petingill drop her work, as she did now, and fly
to the window. In fact there was a tremendous
hubbub : hurrahs from Dorry, stamping of feet,
and a great outcry of shrill, glad voices. Look-
ing down, Miss Petingill saw the whole six — no,
seven, for Cecy was there too — stream out of the
wood-house door — which wasn't a door, but only
a tall open arch — and rush noisily across the
yard. Katy was at the head, bearing a large
black bottle without any cork in it, while the
others carried in each hand what seemed to be a
cookie.
"Katherine Carr! K.ather-ine 1 " screamed Miss
Petingill, tapping loudly on the glass. " Don't
you see that it's raining? you ought to be ashamed
to let your little brothers and sisters go out and
get wet in such a way ! " But nobody heard her,
and the children vanished into the shed, where
nothing could be seen but a distant flapping of
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pantalettes and frilled trousers, going up what
seemed to be a ladder, farther hack in the shed.
So, with a dissatisfied cluck, Miss Petingill drew
back her head, perched the spectacles on her nose,
and went to work again on Katy's plaid alpaca,
which had two immense zi^zasr rents across the
middle of the front breadth. Katy's frocks,
strange to say, always tore exactly in that place !
If Miss Petingill's eyes could have reached a
little farther, they would have seen that it wasn't
a ladder up which the children were climbing, but
a tall wooden post, with spikes driven into it
about a foot apart. It required quite a stride to get
from one spike to the other ; in fact the littler ones
couldn't have managed it at all, had it not been
for Clover and Cecy " boosting " very hard from
below, while Katy, making a long arm, clawed
from above. At last they were all safely up, and
in the delightful retreat which I am about to
describe :
Imagine a low, dark loft without any windows,
and with only a very little light coming in
through the square hole in the floor, to which the
spikey post led. There was a strong smell of
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corn-cobs, though the corn had been taken away ;
a great deal of dust and spider-web in the cor-
ners, and some wet spots on the boards ; for the
roof always leaked a little in rainy weather.
This was the place, which for some reason I have
never been able to find out, the Carr children
preferred to any other on rainy Saturdays, when
they could not play out-doors. Aunt Izzie was
as much puzzled at this fancy as I am. When
she was young (a vague, far-off time, which none
of her nieces and nephews believed in much),
she had never had any of these queer notions
about getting off into holes and corners, and poke-
away places. Aunt Izzie would gladly have for-
bidden them to go to the loft, but Dr. Carr had
given his permission, so all she could do was to
invent stories about children who had broken
their bones in various dreadful wTays, by climbing
posts and ladders. But these stories made no im-
pression on any of the children except little Phil,
and the self-willed brood kept on their way, and
climbed their spiked post as often as they liked.
"What's in the bottle?" demanded Dorry, the.
minute he was fairly landed in the loft.
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"Don't be greedy," replied Katy, severely;
"you will know when the time conies. It 13
something delicious, I can assure you.
"Now," she went on, having thus quenched
Dorry," all of you had better give me your cookies
to put away: if you don't, they'll be sure to be
eaten up before the feast, and then you know there
wouldn't be anything to make a feast of."
So all of them handed over their cookies.
Dorry, who had begun on his as he came up the
ladder, was a little unwilling, but he was too
much in the habit of minding Katy to dare to dis-
obey. The big bottle was set in a corner, and a
stack of cookies built up around it.
" That's right," proceeded Katy, who, as old-
est and biggest, always took the lead in their
plays. " Now if we're fixed and ready to
begin, the Fete (Katy pronounced it Feet) can
commence. The opening exercise will be f A
Tragedy of the Alhambra,' by Miss Hall."
"No," cried Clover; " first f The Blue Wizard,
or Edwitha of the Hebrides,' you know, Katy."
"Didn't I tell you?" said Katy ; "a dreadful ac-
cident has happened to that."
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"Oh, what?" cried all the rest, for Edwitha was
rather a favorite with the family. It was one of
the many serial stories which Katy was forever
writing, and was about a lady, a knight, a blue
wizard, and a poodle named Bop. It had been
going on so many months now, that everybody had
forgotten the beginning, and nobody had any
particular hope of living to hear the end, but still
the news of its untimely fate was a shock.
" I'll tell you," said Katy. " Old Judge Kirby
called this morning to see Aunt Izzie ; I was
studying in the little room, but I saw him come
in, and pull out the big chair and sit down, and
I almost screamed out f don't ! ' "
"Why?" cried the children.
"Don't you see? I had stuffed 'Edwitha' down
between the back and the seat. It was a beautiful
hiding-place, for the seat goes back ever so far;
but Edwitha was such a fat bundle, and old Jud^e
Kirby takes up so much room, that I was afraid
there would be trouble. And sure enough, he
had hardly dropped down before there was a great
crackling of paper, and he jumped up again and
called out, 'Bless me ! what is that?' And then
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he began poking, and poking, and just as he had
poked out the whole bundle, and was putting on
his spectacles to see what it was, Aunt Izzie came
in."
"Well, what next?" cried the children, im-
mensely tickled.
M Oh ! " continued Katy, " Aunt Izzie put on
her glasses too, and screwed up her eyes — you
know the way she does, and she and the judge
read a little bit of it ; that part at the first, you
remember, where Bop steals the blue-pills, and
the Wizard tries to throw him into the sea. You
can't think how funny it was to hear Aunt Izzie
reading ' Edwitha ' out loud — "and Katy went
into convulsions at the recollection "where she
got to ' Oh Bop — my angel Bop — ' I just
rolled under the table, and stuffed the table-cover
in my mouth to keep from screaming right out.
By and by I heard her call Debby, and give
her the papers, and say: 'Here is a mass of
trash which I wish you to put at once into the
kitchen fire.' And she told me afterward that
she thought I would be in an insane asylum
before I was twenty. It was too bad," ended
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Katy, half laughing and half crying, "to burn
up the new chapter and all. But there's one good
thing — she didn't find f The Fairy of the Dry
Goods Box,' that was stuffed farther back in the
seat.
" And now," continued the mistress of ceremo-
nies, "we will begin. Miss Hall will please rise."
" Miss Hall," much flustered at her fine name,
got up with very red cheeks.
"It was once upon a time," she read, "Moonlight
lay on the halls of the Alhambra, and the knight,
striding impatiently down the passage, thought
she would never come."
"Who, the moon?" asked Clover.
"No, of course not," replied Cecy, "a lady he
was in love with. The next verse is £oin£ to tell
about her, only you interrupted.
"She wore a turban of silver, with a jewelled
crescent. As she stole down the corre^idor the
beams struck it and it glittered like stars.
"r So you are come, Zuleika? '
"'Yes, my lord.'
" Just then a sound as of steel smote upon the
ear, and Zuleika's mail-clad father rushed in. He
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drew his sword, so did the other. A moment
more, and they both lay dead and stiff in the
beams of the moon. Zuleika gave a loud shriek,
and threw herself upon their bodies. She was
dead, too ! And so ends the Tragedy of the Al-
hambra."
"That's lovely," said Katy, drawing a long
breath, " only very sad! What beautiful stories
you do write, Cecy ! But I wish you .wouldn't
always kill the people. Why couldn't the knight
have killed the father, and — no, I suppose Zu-
leika wouldn't have married him then. Well,
the father might have — oh, bother! why must
anybody be killed, anyhow? why not have them
fall on each other's necks, and make up?"
"Why, Katy!" cried Cecy, "it wouldn't have
been a tragedy then. You know the name was
A Tragedy of the Alhambra."
"Oh, well," said Katy, hurriedly, for Cecy's lips
were beginning to pout, and her fair, pinkish face
to redden, as if she were about to cry ; " perhaps
it was prettier to have them all die; only
your ladies and gentlemen always do die, and I
thought, for a change, you know ! — What a lovely
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word that was — » f Corregidor ' — what does it
mean ? "
" I don't know," replied Cecy, quite consoled.
r It was in the f Conquest of Granada.' Something
to walk over, I believe."
"The next," went on Katy, consulting her paper,
"is * Yap,' a Simple Poem, by Clover Carr."
All the children giggled, but Clover got up
composedly, and recited the following verses :
a
Did you ever know Yap?
The best little dog
Who e'er sat on lap
Or barked at a frog.
" His eyes were like beads,
His tail like a mop,
And it waggled as if
It never would stop.
" His hair was like silk
Of the glossiest sheen,
He always ate milks
And once the cold-cream
" Off the nursery bureau
(That line is too long!)
It made him quite ill,
So endeth my song.
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"For Yappy he died
Just two months ago,
And we oughtn't to sing
At a funeral, you know."
The " Poem " met with immense applause ; all
the children laughed, and shouted, and clapped,
till the loft rang again. But Clover kept her
face perfectly, and sat down as demure as ever,
except that the little dimples came and went at
the corners of her mouth ; dimples, partly natural,
and partly, I regret to say, the result of a pointed
slate-pencil, with which Clover was in the habit
of deepening them every day while she studied
her lessons.
" Now," said Katy, after the noise had subsided,
"now comes r Scripture Verses,' by Miss Elsie
and Joanna Carr. Hold up your head, Elsie,
and speak distinctly ; and oh, Johnnie, you mustn't
giggle in that way when it comes your turn I ,:
But Johnnie only giggled the harder at this
appeal, keeping her hands very tight across her
mouth, and peeping out over her fingers. Elsie,
however, was solemn as a little judge, and with
great dignity began :
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" An angel with a fiery sword,
Came to send Adam and Eve abroad;
And as they journeyed through the skies,
They took one look at Paradise.
They thought of all the happy hours
Among the birds and fragrant bowers,
And Eve she wept, and Adam bawled,
And both together loudly squalled."
Dorry snickered at this, but sedate Clover
hushed him.
"You mustn't," she said; "its about the Bible,
you know. Now John, it's your turn."
But Johnnie would persist in holding her hands
over her mouth, while her fat little shoulders
shook with laughter. At last, with a great effort,
she pulled her face straight, and speaking as fast
as she possibly could, repeated, in a sort of burst :
" Balaam's donkey saw the Angel,
And stopped short in fear.
Balaam didn't see the Angel,
"Which is very queer."
After which she took refuge again behind her
fingers, while Elsie went on —
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"Eljah by the creek,
He by ravens fed,
Took from their horny beak
Pieces of meat and bread."
"Come Jolmuie," said Katy, but the incorrig-
ible Johnnie was shaking again, and all they could
make out was —
" The bears came down, and ate and ate."
These " Verses " were part of a grand project on
which Clover and Elsie had been busy for more
than a year. It was a sort of rearrangement of
Scripture for infant minds ; and when it was fin-
ished, they meant to have it published, bound in
red, with daguerreotypes of the two authoresses
on the cover. " The Youth's Poetical Bible " was
to be the name of it. Papa, much tickled with
the scraps which he overheard, proposed, instead,
" The Trundle-Bed Book," as having been com-
posed principally in that spot, but Elsie and Clover
were highly indignant, and would not listen to the
idea for a moment.
After the " Scripture Verses," came Dorry's
turn. He had been allowed to choose for himself
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which was unlucky, as his taste was peculiar, not
to say gloomy. Ou this occasion he had selected
that cheerful hymn which begins —
" Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound."
And he now began to recite it iu a lugubrious
voice and with great emphasis, smackiug his lips,
as it were, over such lines as —
*' Princes, this clay shall be your bed,
*
In spite of all your towers."
The older children listened with a sort of fasci-
nated horror, rather enjoying the cold chills which
ran down their backs, and huddling close together,
as Dorry's hollow tones echoed from the dark cor-
ners of the loft. It was too much for Philly,
however. At the close of the piece he was found
to be iu tears.
" I dou't want to st-a-a-y up here and be groaned
at," he sobbed.
"There, you bad boy ! " cried Katy, all the more
angry because she was conscious of having enjoyed
it herself, "that's what you do with your horrid
hymns, frightening us to death and making
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Phil cry ! " And she gave Dorry a little shake.
He began to whimper, and as Phil was still sobbing,
and Johnnie had begun to sob too, out of sympa-
thy with the others, the Feet in the Loft seemed
likely to come to a sad end.
n I'm going to tell Aunt Izzy that I don't like
you," declared Dorry, putting one leg through
the opening in the floor.
"No you aren't," said Katy, seizing him, "you
are going to stay, because noiv we are going to
have the Feast ! Do stop, Phil ; and Johnnie, don't
be a goose, but come and pass round the cookies."
The word "Feast" produced a speedy effect on
the spirits of the party. Phil cheered at once,
and Dorry changed his mind about going. The
black bottle was solemnly set in the midst, and
the cookies were handed about by Johnnie, who
was now all smiles. The cookies had scalloped
edges and caraway seeds inside, and were very
nice. There were two apiece ; and as the last was
finished, Katy put her hand in her pocket, and,
amid great applause, produced the crowning ad-
dition to the repast — seven long, brown sticks
of cinnamon.
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"Isn't it fun?" she said. " Debby was real
good-natured to-day, and let me put my own
hand into the box, so I picked out the longest
sticks there were. Now, Cecy, as you're com-
pany, you shall have the first drink out of the
bottle."
The " something delicious " proved to be weak
vinegar-aud- water. It was quite warm, but
somehow, drank up there in the loft, and out of a
bottle, it tasted very nice. Beside, they didn't
call it vinesmr-and-water — of course not ! Each
child gave his or her swallow a different name, as
if the bottle were like Signor Blitz's and could
pour out a dozen things at once. Clover called
her share " Raspberry Shrub," Dorry christened
his "Ginger Pop," while Cecy, who was romantic,
took her three sips under the name of " Hydomel,"
which she explained was something nice, made,
she believed, of beeswax. The last drop gone,
and the last bit of cinnamon crunched, the com-
pany came to order again, for the pu-posc f^f
hearing Phi lly repeat his one piece, —
" Little drops of water,"
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which exciting poem he had said every Saturday
as far back as they could remember. After that
Katy declared the literary part of the "Feet"
over, and they all fell to playing " Stage-coach,"
which, in spite of close quarters and an occasional
bump from the roof, was such good fun, that a
general " Oh dear ! " welcomed the ringing of the
tea-bell. I suppose cookies and vinegar had
taken away their appetites, for none of them
were hungry, and Dorry astonished Aunt Izzie
very much by eyeing the table in a disgusted way,
and saying : " Pshaw ! only plum sweetmeats and
sponge cake and hot biscuit ! I don't want auy
supper."
r What ails the child? he must be sick," said
Dr. Carr ; but Katy explained.
"Oh no, Papa, it isn't that — only we've been
having a feast in the loft."
* Did you have a good time?" asked Papa,
while Aunt Izzie gave a dissatisfied groan. And
all the children answered at once : " Splendifer-
ous I "
CHAPTER VI.
INTIMATE FRIENDS.
UNT Izzie, may I ask Imogen Clark to
spend the day here on Saturday ? " cried
Katy, bursting in one afternoon.
" Who on earth is Imogen Clark ? I never
heard the name before," replied her aunt.
" Oh, the loveliest girl ! She hasn't been going
to Mrs. Knight's school but a little while, but
we're the greatest friends. And she's perfectly
beautiful, Aunt Izzie. Her hands are just as
white as snow, and no bigger than that. She's
got the littlest waist of any girl in school, and
she's real sweet, and so self-denying and unselfish I
I don't believe she has a bit good times at home,
either. Do let me ask her ! "
" How do you know she's so sweet and self-
denying, if you've known her such a short
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time?" asked Aunt Izzie, in an unpromising
tone.
"Oh, she tells me everything! We always
walk together at recess now. I know all about
her, and she's just lovely ! Her father used to be
real rich, but they're poor now, and Imogen had
to have her boots patched twice last winter. I
guess she's the flower of her family. You can't
think how I love her ! " concluded Katy, senti-
mentally.
"No, I can't," said Aunt Izzie. " I never could
see into these sudden friendships of yours, Katy,
and I'd rather you wouldn't invite this Imogen,
or whatever her name is, till I've had a chance to
ask somebody about her."
Katy clasped her hands in despair. " Oh, Aunt
Izzie ! " she cried, "Imogen knows that I came in
to ask you, and she's standing at the gate at this
moment, waiting to hear what you say. Please
let me, just this once ! I shall be so dreadfully
ashamed not to."
r Well," said Miss Izzie, moved by the wretch-
edness of Katy's face, " if you've asked her al-
ready, it's no use my saying no, I suppose. But
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recollect, Katy, this is not to happen again. I
can't have you inviting girls, and then coming for
my leave. Your father won't be at all pleased.
He's very particular about whom you make friends
with. Remember how Mrs. Spenser turned out."
Poor Katy ! Her propensity to fall violently in
love with new people was always getting her into
scrapes. Ever since she began to walk and talk,
"Katy's intimate friends" had been one of the
jokes of the household.
Papa once undertook to keep a list of them,
but the number grew so great that he gave it up
in despair. First on the list was a small Irish
child, named Marianne O'Riley. Marianne lived
in a street which Katy passed on her wa}' to
school. It was not Mrs. Knight's, but an A
B C school, to which Dorry and John now went.
Marianne used to be always making sand-pies in
front of her mother's house, and Katy, who was
about five years old, often stopped to help her.
Over this mutual pastry they grew so intimate,
that Katy resolved to adopt Marianne as her own
little girl, and bring her up in a safe and hidden
corner.
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She told Clover of this plan, but nobody else.
The two children, full of their delightful secret,
began to save pieces of bread and cookies from
their supper every evening. By degrees they
collected a great heap of dry crusts, and other re-
freshments, which they put safely away in the gar-
ret. They also saved the apples which were given
them for two weeks, and made a bed in a big
empty box, with cotton quilts, and the dolls'
pillows out of the baby-house. When all was
ready, Katy broke the plan to her beloved Mari-
anne, and easily persuaded her to run away and
take possession of this new hone.
-
" We won't tell Papa and Mamma till she's
quite grown up," Katy said to Clover ; " then we'll
bring her down stairs, and won't they be surprised:
Don't let's call her Marianne any longer, either.
It isn't pretty. We'll name her Susquehanna
instead — Susquehanna Can*. Recollect, Mari-
anne, you mustn't answer if I call you Marianne
— only when I say Susquehanna."
■vYes'm," replied Marianne, very meekly.
For a whole day all went on delightfully. Sus-
quehanna lived in her wooden box, ate all the
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apples and the freshest cookies, and was happy.
The two children took turns to steal away and
play with the " Baby," as they called Marianne,
though she was a great deal bigger than Clover.
But when night came on, and nurse swooped on
Katy and Clover, and carried them off to bed,
Miss O'Riley began to think that the garret was a
dreadful place. Peeping out of her box, she could
see black things standing in corners, which she
did not recollect seeing in the day-time. They
were really trunks and brooms and warming-pans,
but somehow, in the darkness, they looked differ-
ent— big and awful. Poor little Marianne bore
it as long as she could ; but when at last a rat be-
gan to scratch in the wall close beside her, her
courage gave way entirely, and she screamed at
the top of her voice.
"What is that?" said Dr. Carr, who had just
come in, and was on his way up stairs.
"It sounds as if it came from the attic," said
Mrs. Carr (for this was before Mamma died).
" Can it be that one of the children has got out of
bed and wandered up stairs in her sleep ? '
No, Katy and Clover were safe in the nursery ;
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so Dr. Carr took a candle and went as fast as he
could to the attic, where the yells were growing
terrific. When he reached the top of the stairs,
the cries ceased. He looked about. Nothing was
to be seen at first, then a little head appeared over
the edge of a big wooden box, and a piteous voice
sobbed out :
R Ah, Miss Katy, and indeed I can't be stayin'
any longer. There's rats in it ! "
" Who on earth are you f " asked the amazed
Doctor.
" Sure I'm Miss Katy's and Miss Clover's Baby.
But I don't want to be a baby any longer. I want
to go home and see my mother." And again the
poor little midge lifted up her voice and wept.
I don't think Dr. Carr ever laughed so hard in
his life, as when finally he got to the bottom of
the story, and found that Kat}r and Clover had
been "adopting" a child. But he was very kind
to poor Susquehanna, and carried her down stairs
in his arms, to the nursery. There, in a bed close
to the other children, she soon forgot her trou-
bles and fell asleep.
The little sisters were much surprised when
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they waked up in the morning, and found their
Baby asleep beside them. But their joy was
speedily turned to tears. After breakfast, Dr.
Carr carried Marianne home to her mother, who
was in a great fright over her disappearance, and
explained to the children that the garret plan must
be given up. Great was the mourning in the
nursery ; but as Marianne was allowed to come
and play with them now and then, they gradually
£ot over their on-ief. A few months later Mr.
O'Rile}^ moved away from Burnet, and that was
the end of Katy's first friendship.
The next was even funnier. There was a queer
old black woman who lived all alone by herself in
a small house near the school. This old woman
had a very bad temper. The neighbors told hor-
rible stories about her, so that the children were
afraid to pass the house. They used to turn
always just before they reached it, and cross to the
other side of the street. This they did so reg-
ularly, that their feet had worn a path in the
grass. But for some reason Katy found a great
fascination in the little house. She liked to dodge
about the door, always holding herself ready to
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turn and run in case the old woman rushed out
upon her with a broomstick. One day she
begged a large cabbage of Alexander, and rolled
CO o o *
it iu at the door of the house. The old woman
seemed to like it, and after this Katy always
stopped to speak when she went by. She even
got so far as to sit on the step and watch the old
woman at work. There was a sort of perilous
pleasure in doing this. It was like sitting at the
entrance of a lion's caire, uncertain at what mo-
Qient his Majesty might take it into his head to
give a spring and eat you up.
After this, Katy took a fancy to a couple
of twin sisters, daughters of a German jewel-
ler. They were quite grown-up, and always
wore dresses exactly alike. Hardly any one
could tell them apart. They spoke very lit-
tle English, and as Katy didn't know a word
of German, their intercourse was confined to
smiles, and to the giving of bunches of flowers,
which Katy used to tie up and present to them
whenever they passed the gate. She Avas too
shy to do more than just put the flowers m their
hands and run away ; but the twins were evi-
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dently pleased, for one clay, when Clover hap-
pened to be looking out of the window, she saw
them open the gate, fasten a little parcel to a
bush, and walk rapidly off. Of course she called
Katy at once, and the two children flew out to
see what the parcel was. It held a bonnet — a
beautiful doll's bonnet of blue silk, trimmed with
artificial flowers ; upon it was pinned a slip of
paper with these words, in an odd foreign hand :
"To the nice little girl who was so kindly to
give us some flowers."
You can judge whether Katy and Clover were
pleased or not.
This was when Katy was six years old. I can't
begin to tell you how many different friends she
had set up since then. There was an ash-man,
and a steam-boat captain. There was Mrs. Saw-
yer's cook, a nice old woman, who gave Katy les-
sons in cooking, and taught her to make soft custard
and sponge-cake. There was a bonnet-maker,
pretty and dressy, whom, to Aunt Izzie's great
indignation, Katy persisted in calling "Cousin
Estelle ! " There was a thief in the town-jail,
under whose window Katy used to stand, saying,
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" Fin so sorry, poor m:m ! " and " have you got
any little girls like me?" in the most piteous way.
The thief had a piece of string which he let down
from the window. Katy would tie rose-buds and
cherries to this string, and the thief would draw
them up. It was so interesting to do this, that
Katy felt dreadfully when they carried the man off
to the State Prison. Then followed a short inter-
val of Cornelia Perham, a nice, good-natured girl,
whose father was a fruit-merchant. I am afraid
Katv's liking for prunes and white grapes played
a part in this intimacy. It was splendid fun to
go with Cornelia to her father's big shop, and have
whole boxes of raisins and drums of figs opened
for their amusement, and be allowed to ride up
and down in the elevator as much as they liked.
But of all Katy's queer acquaintances, Mrs. Spen-
ser, to whom Aunt Izzic had alluded, was the
queerest.
.Mrs. Spenser was a mysterious lady whom
nobody ever saw. Her husband was a handsome,
rather bad-looking man, who had come from parts
unknown, and rented a small house in Burnet.
He didn't seem to have any particular business,
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and was away from home a great deal. His wife
was said to be an invalid, and people, when they
spoke of him, shook their heads and wondered
how the poor woman got on all alone in the honse,
while her husband was absent.
Of course Katy was too young to understand
these whispers, or the reasons why people were
not disposed to think well of Mr. Spenser. The
romance of the closed door and the lady whom
nobody saw, interested her very much. She
used to stop and stare at the windows, and wonder
what was ^oinji on inside, till at last it seemed as
if she ?nust know. So, one day she took some
flowers and Victoria, her favorite doll, and boldly
marched into the Spenser's yard.
She tapped at the front door, but nobody an-
swered. Then she tapped again. Still nobody
answered. She tried the door. It was locked.
So shouldering: Victoria, she trudged round to the
back of the house. As she passed the side-door
she saw that it was open a little way. She
knocked for the third time, and as no one came,
she went in, and passing through the little hall,
began to tap at all the inside doors.
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There seemed to be no people in the house.
Katy peeped into the kitchen first. It was bare
and forlorn. All sorts of dishes were standing
about. There was no fire in the stove. The par-
lor was not much better. Mr. Spenser's boots
lay in the middle of the floor. There were dirty
glasses on the table. On the mantle-piece was a
platter with bones of meat upon it. Dust lay
thick over everything, and the whole house looked
as if it hadn't been lived in for at least a year.
Katy tried several other doors, all of which
were locked, and then she went up stairs. As
she stood on the top step, grasping her flowers,
and a little doubtful what to do next, a feeble
voice from a bed-room called out :
"Who is there?"
This was Mrs. Spenser. She was lying on her
bed, which was very tossed and tumbled, as if it
hadn't been made up that morning. The room
was as disorderly and dirty as all the rest of the
house, and Mrs. Spenser's wrapper and night-cap
were by no means clean, but her face was sweet,
and she had beautiful curling hair, which fell over
the pillow. She was evidently very sick, and al-
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together Katy felt sorrier for her than she had
ever done for anybody in her life.
"Who are yon, child?" asked Mrs. Spenser.
"I'm Dr. Carr's little girl," answered Katy\
going straight up to the bed. "I came to bring
you some flowers." And she laid the bouquet on
the dirty sheet.
Mrs. Spenser seemed to like the flowers. She
took them up and smelled them for a long time,
without speaking.
"But how did you get in?" she said at last.
"The door was open," faltered Katy, who was
beginning to feel scared at her own daring, "and
they said you were sick, so I thought perhaps you
would like me to come and see you."
"You are a kind little girl," said Mrs. Spenser,
and £ave her a kiss.
After this Katy used to go every day. Some-
times Mrs. Spenser would be up and moving feebly
about; but more often she was in bed, and Katy
would sit beside her. The house never looked a
bit better than it did that first day, but after a
while Katy used to brush Mrs. Spenser's hair, and
wash her face with the corner of a towel.
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I think her visits were a comfort to the poor
lady, who was very ill and lonely. Sometimes,
when she felt pretty well, she would tell Katy
stories about the time when she was a little girl
and lived at home with her father and mother.
But she never spoke of Mr. Spenser, and Katy
never saw him except once, when she was so
frightened that for several days she dared not go
near the house. At last Cecy reported that she
had seen him go oif in the stage with his carpet-
bag, so Katy ventured in again. Mrs. Spenser
cried when she saw her.
f'I thought you were never coming any more,"
she said.
Katy was touched and flattered at having been
missed, and after that she never lost a day. She
always carried the prettiest flowers she could find,
and if any one gave her a specially nice peach or
a bunch of grapes, she saved it for Mrs. Spenser.
Aunt Izzie was much worried at all this. But
Dr. Can* would not interfere. He said it was a
case where grown people could do nothing, and
if Katy was a comfort to the poor lady he was
glad. Katy was glad too, and the visits did her
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as much good as they did Mrs. Spenser, for the
intense pity she felt for the sick woman made her
gentle and patient as she had never been before.
One day she stopped, as usual, on her way
home from school. She tried the side-door — it
was locked ; the back-door, it was locked too.
All the blinds were shut tight. This was very
puzzling.
As she stood in the yard a woman put her head
out of the window of the next house. * It's no
use knocking," she said, " all the folks have gone
away."
" Gone away where ? " asked Katy.
"Nobody knows," said the woman; "the gen-
tleman came back in the middle of the night, and
this morning, before light, he had a wagon at the
door, and just put in the trunks and the sick lady,
and drove off. There's been more than one
a-knocking besides you, since then. But Mr.
Pudgett, he's got the key, and nobody can get in
without sfoin' to him."
It was too true. Mrs. Spenser was gone, and
Katy never saw her again. In a few days it came
out that Mr. Spenser was a very bad man, and
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had been making false money — counterfeiting, as
grown people call it. The police were searching
for him to put him in jail, and that was the reason
he had come back in such a hurry and carried off
his poor sick wife. Aunt Izzie cried with morti-
fication, when she heard this. She said she
thought it was a disgrace that Katy should have
been visiting in a counterfeiter's family. But Dr.
Carr only laughed. He told Aunt Izzie that he
didn't think that kind of crime was catching, and
as for Mrs. Spenser, she was much to be pitied. But
Aunt Izzie could not get over her vexation, and
every now and then, when she was vexed, she
would refer to the affair, though this all happened
so long ago that most people had forgotten all
about it, and Phillyand John had stopped playing
at 'Putting Mr. Spenser in Jail," which for a
long time was one of their favorite games.
Katy always felt badly when Aunt Izzie spoke
unkindly of her poor sick friend. She had tears
in her eyes now, as she walked to the gate, and
looked so very sober, that Imogen Clark, who
stood there waiting, clasped her hands and said :
"Ah, I see ! Your aristocratic Aunt refuses."
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Imogen's real name was Elizabeth. She was
rather a pretty girl, with a sere wed- up, sentimen-
tal mouth, shiny brown hair, and a little round
curl on each of her cheeks. These curls must
have been fastened on with glue or tin tacks, one
would think, for the}' never moved, however
much she laughed or shook her head. Imogen
was a bright girl, naturally, but she had read so
many novels that her brain was completely turned.
It was partly this which made her so attractive to
Katy, who adored stories, and thought Imogen
was a real heroine of romance.
"Oh no, she doesn't," she replied, hardly able
to keep from laughing, at the idea of Aunt Izzie's
being called an " aristocratic relative" — " she says
she shall be my hap — " But here Katy's con-
science gave a prick, and the sentence ended in
"urn, urn, um — " "So you'll come, won't you,
darling? I am so glad ! "
"And I!" said Imogen, turning up her eyes
theatrically.
From this time on till the end of the week, the
children talked of nothing but Imogen's visit, and
the nice time they were going to have. Before
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Dreakfast on Saturday morning, Katy and Clover
were at work building a beautiful bower of aspar-
agus boughs under the trees. All the playthings
were set out in order. Debby baked them some
cinnamon cakes, the kitten had a pink ribbon tied
round her neek, and the dolls, including "Pikery,"
were arrayed in their best clothe*.
About half-past ten Imogen arrived. She was
dressed in a light-blue barege, with low neck and
short sleeves, and wore coral beads in her hair,
white satin slippers, and a pair of yellow gloves.
The gloves and slippers were quite dirty, and the
barege was old and darned ; but the general effect
was so very gorgeous, that the children, who were
dressed for play, in gingham frocks and white
aprous, were quite dazzled at the appearance of
their guest.
f Oh, Imogen, you look just like a young lady
in a story ! " said simple Katy ; whereupon Imogen
tossed her head and rustled her skirts about more
than ever.
Somehow, with these fine clothes, Imogen
seemed to have put on a fine manner, quite differ-
ent from the one she used every day. You know
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some people always do, when they go out visiting.
You would almost have supposed that this was a
different Imogen, who was kept in a box most of
the time, and taken out for Sundays and grand
occasions. She swam about, and diddled, and
lisped, and looked at herself in the glass, and was
generally grown-up and airy. When Aunt Izzie
spoke to her, she fluttered and behaved so queerly,
that Clover almost laughed ; and even Katy, who
could see nothing wrong in people she loved, was
glad to carry her away to the play-room.
" Come out to the bower," she said, putting hei
arm round the blue baresre waist.
" A bower ! " cried Imogen. " How sweet ! " But
when they reached the asparagus boughs her face
fell. "Why it hasn't any roof, or pinnacles, or
any fountain ! " she said.
"Why no, of course not," said Clover, staring;
"we made it ourselves."
" Oh ! " said Imogen. She was evidently dis-
appointed. Katy and Clover felt mortified ; but
as their visitor did not care for the bower, they
tried to think of something else.
"Let us go to the Loft," they said.
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So they all crossed the yard together. Imogen
picked her way daintily in the white satin slip-
pers, but when she saw the spiked post, she gave
a scream.
* Oh, not up there, darling, not up there ! " she
cried ; " never, never ! "
rf Oh, do try ! It's just as easy as can be," plead-
ed Katy, going up and down half a dozen times
in succession to show how easy it was. But Imo-
gen wouldn't be persuaded.
fDo not ask me," she said affectedly ; 'my
nerves would never stand such a thins: ! And
beside — my dress ! "
'What made you wear it?" said Philly, who
was a plain-spoken child, and given to questions.
While John whispered to Dorry, "That's a real
stupid girl. Let's go off somewhere and play by
ourselves."
So, one by one, the small fry crept away, leav-
ing Katy and Clover to entertain the visitor by
themselves. They tried dolls, but Imogen did
not care for dolls. Then they proposed to sit
down in the shade, and cap verses, a game they
all liked. But Imogen said that though she
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adored poetry, she never could remember any.
So it ended in their going to the orchard, where
Imogen ate a great many plums and early apples,
and really seemed to enjoy herself. But when
she could eat no more, a dreadful dulness fell
over the party. At last Imogen said :
"Don't you ever sit in the drawing-room?"
"The what?" asked Clover.
"The drawing-room," repeated Imogen.
" Oh, she means the parlor ! " cried Katy. " No,
we don't sit there except when Aunt Izzie has
company to tea. It is all dark and poky, you
know. Beside, it's so much pleasanter to be out-
doors. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, sometimes," replied Imogen, doubtfully ;
" but I think it would be pleasant to go in and sit
there for a while, now. My head aches dread-
fully, being out here in this horrid sun."
Katy was at her wit's end to know what to do.
They scarcely ever went into the parlor, which
Aunt Izzie regarded as a sort of sacred place.
She kept cotton petticoats over all the chairs for
fear of dust, and never opened the blinds for fear
of flies. The idea of children with dusty boots
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going in there to sit ! On the other hand, Katy'a
natural politeness made it hard to refuse a visitor
anything she asked for And beside, it was dread-
ful to think that Imogen might go away and report
"Katy Carr isn't allowed to sit in the best room,
even when she has company ! " With a quak-
ing heart she led the way to the parlor. She
dared not open the blinds, so the room looked
very dark. She could just see Imogen's figure as
she sat on the sofa, and Clover twirling uneasily
about on the piano-stool. All the time she kept
listening to hear if Aunt Izzie were not coming,
and altogether the parlor was a dismal place to
her ; not half so pleasant as the asparagus bovver,
where they felt perfectly safe.
But Imogen, who, for the first time, seemed
comfortable, began to talk. Her talk was about
herself. Such stories she told about the things
which had happened to her ! All the young
ladies in The Ledger put together, never had
stranger adventures. Gradually, Katy and Clo-
ver got so interested that they left their seats and
crouched down close to the sofa, listening with
open mouths to these stories. Katy forgot to listen
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for Aunt Izzie. The parlor door swung open, but
she did not notice it. She did not even hear the
front door shut, when Papa came home to dinner.
Dr. Carr, stopping in the hall to glance over
his newspaper, heard the high-pitched voice run-
ning on in the parlor. At first he hardly listened ;
then these words caught his ear :
"Oh, it was lovely, girls, perfectly delicious !
I suppose I did look well, for I was all in white,
with my hair let down, and just one rose, you
know, here on top. And he leaned over me, and
said in a low, deep tone, rLad}r, I am a Brigand,
but I feel the enchanting power of beauty. You
are free ! ' "
Dr. Carr pushed the door open a little farther.
Nothing was to be seen but some indistinct figures,
but he heard Katy's voice in an eager tone :
"Oh, do go on. What happened next?"
"Who on earth have the children got in the
parlor?" he asked Aunt Izzie, whom he found in
the dining-room.
"The parlor!" cried Miss Izzie, wrathfully,
"why, what are they there for?" Then going to
the door, she called out, "Children, what are you
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doing iu the parlor? Come out right away. I
thought you were playing out-doors."
"Imogen had a head-ache," faltered Katy. The
three girls came out into the hall ; Clover and
Katy looking scared, and even the Enchanter of
the Brigand quite crest-fallen.
f Oh," said Aunt Izzie, grimly, "I am sorry to
hear that. Probably you are bilious. Would
you like some camphor or anything?"
*No, thank you," replied Imogen, meekly.
But afterwards she whispered to Katy :
"Your aunt isn't very nice, I think. She's
just like Jackima, that horrid old woman I told
you about, who lived in the Brigand's Cave and
did the cooking."
f I don't think you're a bit polite to tell me so,"
retorted Katy, very angry at this speech.
rf Oh, never mind, dear, don't take it to heart ! "
replied Imogen, sweetly. " We can't help having
relations that ain't nice, you know."
The visit was evidently not a success. Papa
was very civil to Imogen at dinner, but he watched
her closely, and Katy saw a comical twinkle in
his eye, which she did not like. Papa had very
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droll eyes. They saw everything, and sometimes
c
they seemed to talk almost as distinctly as his
tongue. Katy began to feel low-spirited. She
confessed afterward that she should never have
got through the afternoon if she hadn't run up
stairs two or three times, and comforted herself
by reading a little in " Rosamond."
w Aren't you glad she's gone?" whispered Clo-
ver, as they stood at the gate together watching
Imosren walk down the street.
"Oh, Clover! how can you?" said Katy. But
she gave Clover a great hug, and I think in her
heart she was glad.
"Katy," said Papa, next day, "you came into
the room then, exactly like your new friend Miss
Clark."
"How? I don't know what you mean,"
answered Katy, blushing deeply.
" So" said Dr. Carr ; and he got up, raising his
shoulders and squaring his elbows, and took a
few mincing steps across the room. Katy couldn't
help laughing, it was so funny, and so like Imo-
gen. Then Papa sat down again and drew her
close to him.
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"My dear," he said, "you're an affectionate
child, and I'm glad of it. But there is such a
thing as throwing away one's affection. I didn't
fancy that little girl at all yesterday. What
makes you like her so much?"
"I didn't like her so much yesterday," admit-
ted Kilty, reluctantly. " She's a great deal nicer
than that at school, sometimes."
" I'm orlad to hear it," said her father. " For I
should l)e sorry to think that you really admired
such silly manners. And what was that nonsense
T heard her telling vou about Brigands? "
"It really hap — " began Katy. — Then she
caught Papa's eye, and bit her lip, for he looked
very quizzical. " Well," she went on, laughing,
"I suppose it didn't really all happen ; — but it was
ever so funny, Papa, even, if it was a make-up.
And Imogen's just as good-natured as can be.
All the girls like her."
'Make-ups are all very well," said Papa, "as
long as people don't try to make you believe they
are true. When they do that, it seems to me it
comes too near the edge of falsehood to be very
safe or pleasant. If I were you, Katy, I'd be a
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little shy of swearing eternal friendship for Miss
Clark. She may be good-natured, as you say, but
I think two or three years hence she won't seem
so nice to you as she does now. Give me a kiss,
Chick, and run away, for there's Alexander with
the buggy."
CHAPTER Vn.
cousin Helen's visit.
LITTLE knot of the school-girls were
©j
walking home together one afternoon
in July. As they neared Dr. Carr's
gate, Maria Fiske exclaimed, at the sight of a pretty
bunch of flowers lying in the middle of the side-
walk :
" Oh my ! " she cried, M see what somebody's
dropped ! I'm going to have it." She stooped
to pick it up. But, just as her fingers touched
the stems, the nosegay, as if bewitched, began to
move. Maria made a bewildered clutch. The
nosegav moved faster, and at last vanished under
the "rate, while a giggle sounded from the other
side of the hedge.
"Did you see that?" shrieked Maria; "those
flowers ran away of themselves."
"Nonsense," said Katy, " it's those absurd chil-
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dren." Then, opening the gate, she called:
"John! Dorry ! come out and show yourselves
But nobody replied, and no one could be seen.
The nosegay lay on the path, however, and pick-
ing it up,* Katy exhibited to the girls a long end
of black thread, tied to the stems.
f That's a very favorite trick of Johnny's," she
said ; "she and Dorry are always tying up flowers,
and putting them out on the walk to tease people.
Here, Maria, take 'em if you like. Though I
don't think John's taste in bouquets is very
good."
"Isn't it splendid to have vacation come?" said
one of the bigger girls. " What are you all go-
ing to do? We're going to the sea-side."
" Pa says he'll take Susie and me to Niagara,''
said Maria.
"I'm going to make my aunt a visit," said
Alice Blair. " She lives in a real lovely place in
the country, and there's a pond there ; and Tom
(that's my cousin) says he'll teach me to row.
What are you going to do, Katy?"
" Oh, I don't know ; play round and have splen-
lid times," replied Katy, throwing her bag of
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books into the air, and catching it again. But the
other girls looked as if they didn't think this
good fun at all, and a? if they were sorry for her;
and Katy felt suddenly that her vacation wasn't
going to be so pleasant as that of the rest.
WI wish Papa ivould take us somewhere," shf
said to Clover, as they walked up the gravel path.
"All the other girls' Papas do."
'He's too busy," replied Clover. "Beside, I
don't think any of the rest of the girls have half
such good times as we. Ellen Bobbins says she'd
give a million of dollars for such nice brothers
and sisters as ours to play with. And, you
know, Maria and Susie have awful times at home,
though they do go to places. Mrs. Fiske ia
so particular. She always says ' Don't,' and they
haven't got any yard to their house, or anything.
I wouldn't change."
"Nor I," said Katy, cheering up at these words
of wisdom. "Oh, isn't it lovely to think there
won't be any school to-morrow? Vacations are
just splendid ! " and she gave her bag another
toss. It fell to the ground with a crash.
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"There, you've cracked your slate," said
Clover.
" No matter, I shaVt want it again for eight
weeks," replied Katy, comfortably, as they ran up
the steps.
They burst open the front door and raced
up stairs, crying "Hurrah! hurrah! vacation's
begun. Aunt Izzie, vacation's begun ! " Then
they stopped short, for lo ! the upper hall
was all in confusion. Sounds of beating and
dusting came from the spare room. Tables
and chairs were standing about ; and a cot-bed,
which seemed to be taking a walk all by itself,
had stopped short at the head of the stairs, and
barred the way.
"Why, how queer! " said Katy, trying to get
by. "What can be going to happen? Oh, there's
Aunt Izzie! Aunt Izzie, who's coming? What
are you moving the things out of the Blue-room
for?"
"Oh, gracious! is that you?" replied Aunt
Izzie, who looked very hot and flurried. "Now,
children, it's no use for you to stand there asking
questions; I haven't got time to answer them.
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Let the bedstead alone, Katy, you'll push it into
the wall. There, I told you so ! " as Katy gave
an impatient shove, "you've made a bad mark on
the paper. What a troublesome child you are !
Go right down stairs, both of you, and don't
come up this way again till after tea. I've just
as much as I can possibly attend to till then."
" Just tell us what's going to happen, and we
will," cried the children.
"Your Cousin Helen is coming to visit us," said
Miss Izzie, curtly, and disappeared into the Blue-
room.
This was news indeed. Katy and Clover ran
down stairs in great excitement, and after consult-
ing a little, retired to the Loft to talk it over in
peace and quiet. Cousin Helen coming ! It
seemed as strange as if Queen Victoria, gold
crown and all, had invited herself to tea. Or as
if some character out of a book, Robins ju Crusoe,
say, or "Amy Herbert," had driven up with a
trunk and announced the intention of spending a
week. For to the imaginations of the children,
Cousin Helen was as interesting and unreal as
anybody in the Fairy Tales : Cinderella, or
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Blue-Beard, or dear Red Riding-Hood herself.
Only there was a sort of mixture of Sunday-
school book in their idea of her, for Cousin Helen
was very, very good.
None of them had ever seen her. Philly said
he was sure she hadn't any legs, because she never
went away from home, and lay on a sofa all the
time. But the rest knew that this was because
Cousin Helen was ill. Papa always went to visit
her twice a year, and he liked to talk to the chi)
dren about her, and tell how sweet and patient
she was, and what a pretty room she lived in.
Katy and Clover had " played Cousin Helen " so
long, that now they were frightened as well as
glad at the idea of seeing the real one.
" Do you suppose she will want us to say hymns
to her all the time ? " asked Clover
" Not all the time," replied Katy, " because you
know she '11 get tired, and have to take naps in the
afternoons. And then, of course, she reads the
Bible a great deal. Oh dear, how quiet we shall
have to be I I wonder how long she's going tc
stay t
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"What do you suppose she looks like? " went
on Clover.
"Something like f Lucy/ in Mrs. Sherwood, I
guess, with blue eyes, and curls, and a long,
straight nose. And she'll keep her hands clasped
so all the time, and wear 'frilled wrappers,' and
lie on the sofa perfectly still, and never smile,
but just look patient. We'll have to take off our
boots in the hall, Clover, and go up stairs in
stocking feet, so as not to make a noise, all the
time she stays."
" Won't it be funny ! " giggled Clover, her sober
little face growing bright at the idea of this vari-
atiou on the hymns.
The time seemed very long till the next after-
noon, when Cousin Helen was expected. Aunt
Izzie, who was in a great excitement, gave the chil-
dren many orders about their behavior. They were
to do this and that, and not to do the other. Dorry,
at last, announced that he wished Cousin Helen
would just stay at home. Clover and Elsie, who
had been thinking pretty much the same thing in
private, were glad to hear that she was on her
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way to a Water Cure, and would stay only four
days.
Five o'clock came. They all sat on the steps
waiting for the carriage. At last it drove up.
Papa was on the box. He motioned the children
to stand back. Then he helped out a nice-look-
ing young woman, who, Aunt Izzie told them,
was Cousin Helen's nurse, and then, very care-
fully, lifted Cousiu Helen in his arms and brought
her in.
f Oh, there are the chicks !" were the first words
the children heard, in such a gay, pleasant voice.
"Do set me down somewhere, uncle. I want to
see them so much ! "
So Papa put Cousin Helen on the hall sofa.
The nurse fetched a pillow, and when she was
made comfortable, Dr. Carr called to the little
ones.
"Cousin Helen wants to see you," he said.
"Indeed I do," said the bright voice. "So
this is Katy ? Why, what a splendid tall Katy it
is! And this is Clover," kissing her; "and this
dear little Elsie. You all look as natural as pos-
sible— just as if I had seen you before." And
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she hugged them all round, not as if it was polite
to like them because they were relations, but as
if she had loved them and wanted them all her
life.
There was something in Cousin Helen's face and
manner, which made the children at home with her
at once. Even Philly, who had backed away with
his hands behind him, after staring hard for a
minute or two, came up with a sort of rush to get
his share of kissing.
Still, Katy's first feeling was one of disappoint-
ment. Cousin Helen was not at all like " Lucy,"
in Mrs. Sherwood's story. Her nose turned up
the least bit in the world. She had brown hair,
which didn't curl, a brown skin, and bright eyes,
which danced when she laughed or spoke. Her
face was thin, but except for that you wouldn't
have jniessod that she was sick. She didn't fold
o
her hands, and she didn't look patient, but abso-
lutely glad and merry. Her dress wasn't a " frilled
wrapper," but a sort of loose travelling thing of
pretty gray stuff, with a rose-colored bow, and
bracelets, and a round hat trimmed with a gray
feather. All Katy's dreams about the " saintly
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mvalid ': seemed to take wings and fly away.
But the more she watched Cousin Helen the more
she seemed to like her, and to feel as if she were
nicer than the imaginary person which she and
Clover had invented.
"She looks just like other people, don't she?"
whispered Cecy, who had come over to have a
peep at the new arrival.
"Y-e-s," replied Katy, doubtfully, "only a
great, great deal prettier. "
By and by, Papa carried Cousin Helen up
stairs. All the children wanted to go too, but he
told them she was tired, and must rest. So they
went out doors to play till tea-time.
"Oh, do let me take up the tray," cried Katy
at the tea-table, as she watched Aunt Izzie getting
ready Cousin Helen's supper. Such a nice sup-
per ! Cold chicken, and raspberries and cream,
and tea in a pretty pink-and- white china cup.
And such a snow-white napkin as Aunt Izzie
spread over the tray !
"No indeed," said Aunt Izzie; "you'll drop
it the first thing." But Katy's eyes begged so
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hard, that Dr. Carr said, "Yes, let her, Izzie ; I
like to see the girls useful."
So Katy, proud of the commission, took the
tray and carried it carefully across the' hall.
There was a bowl of flowers on the table. As she
passed, she was struck with a bright idea. She
set down the tray, and picking out a rose, laid
it on the napkin beside the saucer of crimson
raspberries. It looked very pretty, and Katy
smiled to herself with pleasure.
What are you stopping for?" called Aunt
Izzie, from the dining-room. " Do be careful,
Katy, I really think Bridget had better take it."
"Oh no, no!" protested Katy, "I'm most up
already." And she sped up stairs as fast as she
could go. Luckless speed ! She had just reached
the door of the Blue-room, when she tripped upon
her boot-lace, which, as usual, was dangling, made
i misstep, and stumbled. She caught at the
door to save herself; the door flew open; and
Katy, with the tray, cream, raspberries, rose
and all, descended in a confused heap upon the
carpet.
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" I told you so ! " exclaimed Aunt Izzie from
the bottom of the stairs.
Katy never forgot how kind Cousin Helen was
on this occasion. She was in bed, and was of
course a good deal startled at the sudden crash
and tumble on her floor. But after one little
jump, nothing could have been sweeter than the
way in which she comforted poor crest-fallen Katy,
and made so merry over the accident, that even
Aunt Izzie almost forgot to scold. The broken
dishes were piled up and the carpet made clean
again, while Aunt Izzie prepared another tray just
as nice as the first.
" Please let Katy bring it up ! " pleaded Cousin
Helen, in her pleasant voice, "I am sure she will
be careful this time. And Katy, I want just such
another rose on the napkin. I guess that was
your doing — wasn't it?"
Katy was careful. — This time all went well.
The tray was placed safely on a little table beside
the bed, and Katy sat watching Cousin Helen eat
her supper with a warm, loving feeling at her
heart. I think we are scarcely ever so grateful
cousin Helen's visit. 129
to people as when they help us to get back our
own self-esteem.
Cousin Helen hadn't much appetite, though she
declared everything was delicious. Katy could
see that she was very tired.
"Now," she said, when she had finished, w if
you'll shake up this pillow, so; — and move this
other pillow a little, I think I will settle myself to
sleep. Thanks — that's just right. Why, Katy
dear, you are a born nurse. Now kiss me. Good-
night ! To-morrow we will have a nice talk.'*
Katy went down stairs very happy. " Cousin
Helen's perfectly lovely," she told Clover. " And
she's got on the most beautiful night-gown, all lace
and ruffles. It's just like a night-gown in a book."
"Isn't it wicked to care about clothes when
you're sick?" questioned Cecy.
"I don't believe Cousin Helen could do anything
wicked," said Katy.
"I told Ma that she had on bracelets, and Ma
said she feared your cousin was a worldly person,"
retorted Cecy, primming up her lips.
Katy and Clover were quite distressed at this
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opinion. They talked about it while they were
undressing.
:f I mean to ask Cousin Helen to-morrow," said
Katy.
Next morning the children got up very early.
They were so glad that it was vacation ! If it
hadn't been, thev would have been forced to £o to
school without seeing Cousin Helen, for she didn't
wake till late. They grew so impatient of the
delay, and went up stairs so often to listen at the
door, and see if she were moving, that Aunt
Izzie finally had to order them off. Katy rebelled
against this order a good deal, but she consoled
herself bj' going into the garden and picking the
prettiest flowers she could find, to give to Cousin
Helen the moment she should see her.
Wheu Aunt Izzie let her go up, Cousin Helen
was lying on the sofa all dressed for the day in a
fresh blue muslin, with blue ribbons, and cunning
bronze slippers with rosettes on the toes. The
sofa had been wheeled round with its back to the
light. There was a cushion with a pretty fluted
cover, that Katy had never seen before, and sev
eral other things were scattered about, which gave
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cousin iielen's visit. 131
the room quite a different air. All the house was
neat, but somehow Aunt Izzie's rooms never were
'pretty. Children's eyes are quick to perceive such
things, and Katy saw at once that the Blue-room
had never looked like this.
Cousin Helen was white and tired, but her eyes
and smile were as bright as ever. She was de-
lighted with the flowers, which Katy presented
rather shyly.
" Oh, how lovely ! " she said ; w I must put them
in water right away. Katy dear, don't you want
to brins: that little vase on the bureau and set it
on this chair beside roe ? And please pour a little
water into it first."
" What a beauty ! " cried Katy, as she lifted the
graceful white cup swung on a gilt stand. " Is it
yours, Cousin Helen?"
"Yes, it is my pet vase. It stands on a little
table beside me at home, and I fancied that the
Water Cure would seem more home-like if I had
it with me there, so I brought it along. But why
do you look so puzzled, Katy? Does it seem
queer that a vase should travel about in a trunk ? "
"No," said Katy, slowly, "I was only thinking
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— Cousin Helen, is it worldly to have pretty
things when you're sick ? "
Cousin Helen laughed heartily.
" What put that idea into your head ? " she
asked.
" Cecy said so when I told her about your beau-
tiful night-^own."
Cousin Helen laughed a^ain.
"Well," she said, "I'll tell you what I think,
Katy. Pretty things are no more f worldly ' than
ugly ones, except when they spoil us by makiug us
vain, or careless of the comfort of other people.
And sickness is such a disagreeable thing in itself,
that unless sick people take great pains, they soon
grow to be eyesores to themselves and everybody
about them. I don't think it is possible for di\
invalid i;o be too particular. And when one has
the back-ache, and the head-ache, and the all-uver
ache," she added, smiling, "there isn't much dan-
ger of growing vain because of a ruffle more or
less on one's night-gown, or a bit of bright rib-
bon."
Then she began to arrange the flowers, touch-
COUSIN HELEN'S VISIT. 133
ing each separate one gently, and as if she loved
it.
" What a queer noise ! " she exclaimed, suddenly
stopping.
It ivas queer — a sort of snuffling and snorting
sound, as if a walrus or a sea-horse were prom-
enading up and down in the hall. Katy opened
the door. Behold ! there were John and Dorry,
very red in the face from flattening their noses:
against the key-hole, in a vain attempt to see if
Cousin Helen were up and ready to receive com-
pany.
f Oh, let them come in ! " cried Cousin Helen
from her sofa.
So they came in, followed, before long, by
Clover and Elsie. Snch a merry morning as
they had ! Cousin Helen proved to possess a per-
fect genius for story-teJIing, and for suggesting
games which could be played about her sofa, and
did not make more noise than she could bear.
Aunt Izzie, dropping in about eleven o'clock, found
them having such a good time, that almost before
she knew it, she <vi*s drawn into the game too.
Nobody had ever heard of such a tLiiig before !
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There sat Aunt Izzie on the floor, with three long
lamp-lighters stuck in her hair, playing, "I'm a
genteel Lady, always genteel," in the jolliest man-
ner possible. The children were so enchanted at
the spectacle, that they could hardly attend to
the game, and were always forgetting how many
" horns " they had. Clover privately thought that
Cousin Helen must be a witch ; and Papa, when he
came home at noon, said almost the same thing.
"What have you been doing to them, Helen?"
he inquired, as he opened the door, and saw the
merry circle on the carpet. Aunt Izzie's hair
was half pulled down, and Philly was rolling
over and over in convulsions of laughter. But
Cousin Helen said she hadn't done anything, and
pretty soon Papa was on the floor too, playing
away as fast as the rest.
"I must put a stop to this," he cried, when
everybody was tired of laughing, and everybody's
head was stuck as full of paper quills as a porcu-
pine's back. "Cousin Helen will be worn out.
Run away, all of you, and don't come near this
door again till the clock strikes four. Do you
hear, chicks? Run — run ! Shoo ! shoo ! "
cousin Helen's visit. 135
The children scuttled away like a brood of
fowls — all but Katy. "Oh, Papa, I'll be so
quiet!" she pleaded. "Mightn't I stay just till
the dinner-bell rin^s? "
"Do let her!" said Cousin Helen, so Papa said
"Yes."
Katy sat on the floor holding Cousin Helen's
hand, and listening to her talk with Papa. It in-
terested her, though it was about things and
people she did not know.
"How is Alex? " asked Dr. Carr, at length.
"Quite well now," replied Cousin Heleu, with
one of her brightest looks. " He was run down
and tired in the Spring, and we were a little
anxious about him, but Emma persuaded him to
take a fortnight's vacation, and he came back all
right."
" Do you see them often ? "
"Almost every day. And little Helen comes
every day, you know, for her lessons."
" Is she as pretty as she used to be ? "
"Oh yes — prettier, I think. She is a lovely
little creature : having her so much with me is one
of my greatest treats. Alex tries to think that she
136 WHAT KATY DID.
looks a little as I used to. But that is a compli-
ment so great, that I dare not appropriate it."
Dr. Carr stooped and kissed Cousin Helen as
if he could not help it. "My dear child," he
said. That was all ; but something in the tone
made Katy curious.
"Papa," she said, after dinner, "who is Alex,
that you and Cousin Helen were talking about?"
" Why, Katy ? What makes you want to
know ? "
" I can't exactly tell — only Cousin Helen looked
so ; — and you kissed her ; — and I thought per-
haps it was something interesting."
" So it is," said Dr. Carr, drawing her on to his
knee. "I've a mind to tell you about it, Katy,
because you're old enough to see how beautiful it
is, and wise enough (I hope) not to chatter or
ask questions. Alex is the name of somebody
who, Ions: a^o, when Cousin Helen was well and
strong, she loved, and expected to marry."
, "Oh ! why didn't she?" cried Katy.
" She met with a dreadful accident," continued
Dr. Can*. "For a long time they thought she
would die. Then she grew slowly better, and the
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doctors told her that she might live a good many
years, but that she would have to lie on her sofa
always, and be helpless, and a cripple.
"Alex felt dreadfully when he heard this. He
wanted to marry Cousin Helen just the same, and
be her nurse, and take care of her always ; but
she would not consent. She broke the engage-
ment, and told him that some day she hoped he
would love somebody else well enough to marry
her. So after a good many years, he did, and now
he and his wife live next door to Cousin Helen, and
are her dearest friends. Their little ^irl is named
' Helen. ' All their plans are talked over with
her, and there is nobody in the world they think
so much of."
"But doesn't it make Cousin Helen feel bad,
when she sees them walking about and enjoying
themselves, and she can't move?" asked Katy.
"No," said Dr. Carr, " it doesn't, because
Cousin Helen is half an angel already, and loves
other people better than herself. I'm very glad
she could come here for once. She's an example
to us all, Katy, and I couldn't ask anything hotter
138 WHAT KATY DID.
than to have my little girls take pattern after
her."
"It must be awful to be sick," soliloquized
Katy, after Papa was gone. " Why, if I had to
stay in bed a whole week — I should die, I know
I should."
Poor Katy ! It seemed to her, as it does to
almost all young people, that there is nothing in
the world so easy as to die, the moment things
go wrong !
This conversation with Papa made Cousin Helen
doubly interesting in Katy's eyes. "It was just
like something in a book," to be in the same
house with the heroine of a love-story so sad and
sweet.
The play that afternoon was much interrupted,
for every few minutes somebody had to run in
and see if it wasn't four o'clock. The instant
the honr came, all six children galloped up stairs.
"I think we'll tell stories this time," said
Cousin Helen.
So they told stories. Cousin Helen's were
the best of all. There was one of them about a
robber, which ao,nt delightful chills creeping down
cousin Helen's visit. 139
all their backs. All but Philly. He was so ex-
cited, that he grew warlike.
"I ain't afraid of robbers," he declared, strut-
ting up and down. " When they come, I shall
just cut them in two with my sword which
Papa gave me. They did come once. I did cut
them in two — three, five, eleven of 'em. You'll
see ! "
But that evening, after the younger children
were gone to bed, and Katy and Clover were sit-
ting in the Blue-room, a lamentable howling was
heard from the nursery. Clover ran to see what
was the matter. Behold — there was Phil, sit-
ting up in bed, and crying for help.
"There's robbers under the bed," he sobbed;
" ever so many robbers."
M Why no, Philly ! " said Clover, peeping under
the valance to satisfy him; " there isn't anybody
there."
"Yes, there is, I tell you," declared Phil, hold-
ing her tight. " I heard one. They were chew-
ing my india-rubbers."
" Poor little fellow ! " said Cousin Helen, when
Clover, having pacified Phil, came back to report.
140 WIIAT KATT DTD.
" It's a warning against robber stories. But this
one ended so well, that I didn't think of anybody's
being frightened."
It was no use, after this, for Aunt Izzie to make
rules about going into the Blue-room. She might
as well have ordered flies to keep away from a
sugar-bowl. By hook or by crook, the children
would get up stairs. Whenever Aunt Izzie went
in, she was sure to find them there, just as close
to Cousin Helen as they could get. And Cousin
Helen begged her not to interfere.
"We have only three or four days to be to-
gether," she said. "Let them come as much as
they like. It won't hurt me a bit."
Little Elsie clung with a passionate love to this
new friend. Cousin Helen had sharp eyes. She
saw the wistful look in Elsie's face at once, and
took special pains to be sweet and tender to her.
This preference made Katy jealous. She couldn't
bear to share her cousin with anybody.
When the last evening came, and they went up
after tea to the Bine-room, Cousin Helen was
opening a box which had just come by Ex-
press.
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"It is a Good-by Box," she said. "All of you
must sit down in a row, and when I hide my
hands behind me, so, you must choose in turn
which you will take."
So they all chose in turn, "Which hand will
you have, the right or the left?" and Cousin
Helen, with the air of a wise fairy, brought out
from behind her pillow something pretty for each
one. First came a vase exactly like her own,
which Katy had admired so much. Katy screamed
with delight as it was placed in her hands :
" Oh, how lovely ! how lovely ! " she cried
"I'll keep it as long as I live and breathe."
" If you do, it'll be the first time you ever kept
anything for a week without breaking it," re-
marked Aunt Izzie.
Next came a pretty purple pocket-book for
Clover. It was just what she wanted, for she had
lost her porte-monnaie. Then a cunning little
locket on a bit of velvet ribbon, which Cousin
Helen tied round Elsie's neck.
" There's a piece of my hair in it," she said.
"Why, Elsie, darling, what's the matter? Don't
cry so ! "
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"Oh, you're s-o beautiful, and s-o sweet!"
sobbed Elsie ; " and you're go-o-ing away."
Dorry had a box of dominoes, and John a sol-
itaire board. For Phil there appeared a book —
w The History of the Robber Cat."
M That will remind you of the night when the
thieves came and chewed your india-rubbers,"
said Cousin Helen, with a mischievous smile.
They all laughed, Phil loudest of all.
Nobody was forgotten. There was a note-book
for Papa, and a set of ivory tablets for Aunt Izzie.
Even Cecy was remembered. Her present was
"The Book of Golden Deeds," with all sorts of
stories about boys and girls who had done brave
and good things. She was almost too pleased to
speak.
" Oh, thank you, Cousin Helen ! " she said at
last. Cecy wasn't a cousin, but she and the Carr
children were in the habit of sharing their aunts
and uncles, and relations generally, as they did
their other srood things.
Next day came the sad parting. All the little
ones stood at the gate, to wave theii pocket-hand-
kerchiefs as the carriage drove away When it
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was quite oat of sight, Katy rushed off to " weep
a little weep," all by herself.
"Papa said he wished we were all like Cousin
Helen," she thought, as she wiped her eyes, "and
I mean to try, though I don't suppose if I tried a
thousand years I should ever get to be half so
good. I'll study, and keep my things in order,
and be ever so kind to the little ones. Dear me —
if only Aunt Izzie was Cousin Helen, how easy it
would be ! Never mind — I'll think about her all
the time, and I'll begin to-iiiorrow."
CHAPTER VIII.
TO-MORROW.
O-MORROW I will begin," thought
Katy, as she dropped asleep that night.
How often we all do so ! Ana what a
pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow
is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite
differently ; careless or impatient, and not a bit
inclined to do the fine things we planned over-
night.
Sometimes it seems as if there must be wicked
little imps in the world, who are kept tied up
so long as the sun shines, but who creep into
our be*> i-ooras when we are asleep, to tease us
and ruffle our tempers. Else, why, when we go
to rest good-natured and pleasant, should we
wake up so cross? Now there was Katy. Her
last sleepy thought was an intention to be an
angel from that time on, and as much like Cousin
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TO-MORROW. 145
Helen as she could ; and when she opened her
eves she was all out of sorts, and as fractious as a
boar ! Old Mary said that she got out of bed on
the wrong side. I wonder, by the way, if any-
body will ever be wise enough to tell us which
side that is, so that we may always choose the
other? How comfortable it would be if they
could !
You know how, if we begin the day in a cross
mood, all sorts of unfortunate accidents seem to
occur to add to our vexations. The very first
thing Katy did this morning was to break her
precious vase — the one Cousin Helen had given
her.
It was standing on the bureau with a little
cluster of blush-roses in it. The bureau had a
swing-glass. While Katy was brushing her
hair, the glass tipped a little so that she could not
see. At a good-humored moment, this accident
wouldn't have troubled her much. But being out
of temper to begin with, it made her angry. She
gave the glass a violent push. The lower part
swung forward, there was a smash, and the first
thing Katy knew, the blush-roses lay scattered all
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146 WHAT KATY DID.
over the floor, and Cousin Helen's pretty present
was ruined.
Katy just sat down on the carpet and cried as
hard as if she had been Phil himself. Aunt Izzie
heard her lamenting, and came in.
"I'm very sorry," she said, picking up the
broken glass, "but it's no more than I expected,
you're so careless, Katy. Now don't sit there in
that foolish way ! Get up and dress yourself.
You'll be late to breakfast."
"What's the matter?" asked Papa, noticing
Katy's red eyes as she took her seat at the table.
"I've broken my vase," said Katy, dolefully.
" It was extremely careless of you to put it in
such a dangerous place," said her aunt. "You
might have known that the glass would swing
and knock it off." Then, seeing a big tear fall in
the middle of Katy's plate, she added: "Really,
Katy, you're too big to behave like a baby. Why
Dorry would be ashamed to do so. Pray control
yourself! "
This snub did not improve Katy's temper. She
went on with her breakfast in sulky silence.
" What are you all going to do to-day ? " asked
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Dr. Carr, hoping to give things a more cheerful
turn.
" Swing ! " cried John and Dorry both together.
"Alexanders put us up a splendid one in the
wood-shed."
KNo you're not," said Aunt Izzie, in a positive
tone, "the swing is not to be used till to-mor-
row. Remember that, children. Not till to-mor-
row. And not then, unless I give you leave."
This was unwise of Aunt Izzie. She would
better have explained farther. The truth was,
that Alexander, in putting up the swing, had
cracked one of the staples which fastened it to the
roof. He meant to get a new one in the course
of the day, and, meantime, he had cautioned Miss
Carr to let no one use the swing, because it really
was not safe. If she had told this to the children,
all would have been right ; but Aunt Izzic's theory
was, that young people must obey their elders
without explanation.
John, and Elsie, and Dorry, all pouted when
they heard this order. Elsie recovered her good-
humor first.
" I don't care," she said, "'cause I'm going to
148 WHAT KATY DID.
be very busy ; I've got to write a letter to Cousin
Helen about somefing." (Elsie never could quite
pronounce the tli.)
" What ? " asked Clover.
frOh, somefing," answered Elsie, waging: her
head mysteriously. " None of the rest of you
must know, Cousin Helen said so, it's a secret she
and me has got."
" I don't believe Cousin Helen said so at all,"
said Kiity, crossly. "She wouldn't tell secrets to
a silly little girl like you."
"Yes she would too," retorted Elsie, angrily.
" She said I was just as good to trust as if I was
ever so big. And she said I was her pet. So
there ! Katy Can* ! "
"Stop disputing," said Aunt Izzie. "Katy,
your top-drawer is all out of order. I never saw
anything look so badly. Go up stairs at once
and straighten it, before you do anything else.
Children, you must keep in the shade this morn-
ing. It's too hot for you to be running about in
the sun. Elsie, go into the kitchen and tell
Debby I want to speak to her."
"Yes," said Elsie, in an important tone. "And
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afterwards I'm coming back to write my letter to
Cousin Helen."
Katy went slowly up stairs, dragging one foot
after the other. It was a warm, languid day.
Her head ached a little, and her eyes smarted and
felt heavy from crying so much. Everything
seemed dull and hateful. She said to herself, that
Aunt Izzie was very unkind to make her work in
vacation, and she pulled the top-drawer open with
a disgusted groan.
It must be confessed that Miss Izzie was right.
A bureau-drawer could hardly look worse than
this one did. It reminded one of the White
Knight's recipe for a pudding, which began with
blotting-paper, and ended with sealing-wax and
gunpowder. All sorts of things were mixed to-
gether, as if somebody had put in a long stick,
and stirred them well up. There were books and
paint-boxes and bits of scribbled paper, and lead-
pencils and brushes. Stocking-legs had come un-
rolled, and twisted themselves about pocket-hand-
kerchiefs, and ends of ribbon, and linen collars.
Ruffles, all crushed out of shape, stuck up from
under the heavier things, and sundry little paper
150 WHAT KATY DID.
boxes lay empty on top, the treasures they once
held having sifted down to the bottom of the
drawer, and disappeared beneath the general mass.
It took much time and patience to bring order
out of this confusion. But Katy knew that Aunt
Tzzie would be up by and by, and she dared not
stop till all was done. By the time it was
finished, she was very tired. Going down stairs,
she met Elsie coming up with a slate in her hand,
which, as soon as she saw Katy, she put behind
her.
"You mustn't look," she said, "it's my letter
to Cousin Helen. Nobody but me knows the
secret. It's all written, and I'm going to send it
7 o o
to the office. See — there's a stamp on it;" and
she exhibited a corner of the slate. Sure enough,
there was a stamp stuck on the frame.
"You little goose!" said Katy, impatiently,
"you can't send that to the post-office. Here, give
me the slate. I'll copy what you've written on
paper, and Papa '11 give you an envelope."
"No, no," cried Elsie, struggling, "you mustn't!
You'll see what I've said, and Cousin Helen si:id
I wasn't to tell. It's a secret. Let go of mv
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slate, I say ! I'll tell Cousin Helen what a mean
girl you are, and then she won't love you a bit."
"There, then, take your old slate ! " said Katy,
giving her a vindictive push. Elsie slipped,
screamed, caught at the banisters, missed them,
and rolling over and over, fell with a thump
on the hall floor.
It wasn't much of a fall, only half-a-dozen steps,
but the bump was a hard one, and Elsie roared
as if she had been half killed. Aunt Izzie and
Mary came rushing to the spot.
"Katy — pushed — me," sobbed Elsie. "She
wanted me to tell her my secret, and I wouldn't.
She's a bad, naughty girl ! "
" Well, Katy Carr, I should think you'd be
ashamed of yourself," said Aunt Izzie, "wreaking
your temper on your poor little sister ! I think
your Cousin Helen will be surprised when she
hears this. There, there, Elsie ! Don't cry any
more, dear. Come up stairs with me. I'll put
on some arnica, and Katy sha'u't hurt you again."
So they went up stairs. Katy, left below, felt
very miserable : repentant, defiant, discontented,
and sulky all at once. She knew in her heart that
152 WHAT KATY DID.
she had not meant to hurt Elsie, and was thor
oughly ashamed of that push ; but Aunt Izzie'i
hint about telling Cousin Helen, had made her too
angry to allow of her confessing this to herself or
anybody else.
"I don't care ! " she murmured, choking back her
tears. "Elsie is a real cry-baby, anyway. And
Aunt Izzie always takes her part. Just because I
told the little silly not to go and send a great
heavy slate to the post-office ! "
She went out by the side-door into the yard.
As she passed the shed, the new swing caught her
eye.
"How exactly like Aunt Izzie," she thought,
"ordering the children not to swing till she gives
them leave. I suppose she thinks it's too hot, or
something. Zsha'n't mind her, anyhow."
She seated herself in the swing. It was a first-
rate one, with a broad comfortable seat, and thick
new ropes. The seat hung just the right distance
from the floor. Alexander was a capital hand at
putting up swings, and the wood-shed the nicest
possible spot in which to have one.
It was a big place, with a very high roof. There
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was not ranch wood left in it just now, and tho
little there was, was piled neatly about the sides of
the shed, so as to leave plenty of room. The place
felt cool and dark, and the motion of the swing
seemed to set the breeze blowing. It waved
Katy's hair like a great fan, and made her
dreamy and quiet. All sorts of sleepy ideas be-
gan to flit through her brain. Swinging to and
fro like the pendulum of a great clock, she gradu-
ally rose higher and higher, driving herself along
by the motion of her body, and striking the floor
smartly with her foot, at every sweep. Now she
was at the top of the high arched door. Then
she could almost touch the cross-beam above it,
and through the small square window could see
pigeons sitting and pluming themselves on the
eaves of the barn, and white clouds blowing over
the blue sky. She had never swung so high be-
fore. It was like flying, she thought, and she
bent and curved more strongly in the seat, trying
to send herself yet higher, and graze the roof with
her toes.
Suddenly, at the very highest point of the
sweep, there was a sharp noise of cracking. Tho
154 WHAT KATY DID.
swing gave a violent twist, spun half round, and
tossed Katy into the air. She clutched the rope, —
felt it dragged from her grasp, — then, down,
— down — down — she fell. All grew dark, and
she knew no more.
When she opened her eyes she was lying on the
sofa in the dining-room. Clover was kneeling be-
side her with a pale, scared face, and Aunt Izzie
was dropping something cold and wet on her fore-
head.
" What's the matter?" said Katy, faintly.
" Oh, she's alive — she's alive ! " and Clover put
her arms round Katy's neck and sobbed.
"Hush, dear!" Aunt Izzie's voice sounded un-
usually gentle. "You've had a bad tumble, Katy.
Don't you recollect? "
"A tumble? Oh, yes — out of the swing,"
said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her.
"Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't re-
member about it."
"No, Katy, not the rope. The staple drew out
of the roof. It was a cracked one, and not safe.
Don't you recollect my telling you not to swing
tv*-rliiv? Did von forsret?"
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"No, Aunt Izzie — I didn't forget. I — n but
here Katy broke down. She closed her eyes,
and big tears rolled from under the lids.
" Don't cry," whispered Clover, crying herself,
"please don't. Aunt Izzie isn't going to scold
you." But Katy was too weak and shaken not to
cry.
rf I think I'd like to go up stairs and lie on the
bed," she said. But when she tried to get off the
sofa, everything swam before her, and she fell
back again on the pillow.
: \\ ny, I can't stand up ! " she gasped, looking
very much frightened.
f I'm afraid you've given yourself a sprain
somewhere," said Aunt Izzie, who looked rather
frightened herself. " You'd better lie still a
while, dear, before you to try to move. Ah,
here's the doctor! well, I am glad." And she
went forward to meet him. It wasn't Papa, but
Dr. Alsop, who lived quite near them.
"I am so relieved that you could come," Aunt
Izzie said. r My brother is gone out of town not
to return (ill to-morrow, and one of the little
girls has had a bad fall."
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Dr. Alsop sat clown beside the sofa and counted
Katy's pulse. Then he began feeling all over
her.
" Can you move this leg? " he asked.
Katy gave a feeble kick.
" And this ? "
The kick was a good deal more feeble.
"Did that hurt you?" asked Dr. Alsop, seeing
a look of pain on her face.
" Yes, a little," replied Katy, trying hard not
to cry.
"In your back, eh? Was the pain high up
or low down?" And the doctor punched Katy's
spine for some minutes, making her squirm un-
easily.
" I'm afraid she's done some mischief," he said
at last, " but it's impossible to tell yet exactly
what. It may be only a twist, or a slight
sprain," he added, seeing the look of terror on
Katy's face. "You'd better get her up stairs
and undress her as soon as you can, Miss Carr.
I'll leave a prescription to rub her with." And
Dr. Alsop took out a bit of paper and began to
write.
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"Oh, must I go to bed?" said Katy. "How
long will I have to stay there, doctor?"
"That depends on how fast you get well," re-
plied the doctor; "not long, I hope. Perhaps
only a few days."
"A few days ! " repeated Katy, ill a despairing
tone.
After the doctor was gone, Aunt Izzie and
Debby lifted Katy, and carried her slowly up stairs.
It was not easy, for every motion hurt her,
and the sense of being helpless hurt most of
all. She couldn't help crying after she was un-
dressed and put into bed. It all seemed so dread-
ful and strange. If only Papa was here, she
thought. But Dr. Carr had gone into the coun-
try to see somebody who was very sick, and
couldn't possibly be back till to-morrow.
Such a long:, long afternoon as that was ! Aunt
Izzie sent up some dinner, but Katy couldn't eat.
Her lips were parched and her head ached vio-
lently. The sun began to pour in, the room grew
warm. Flies buzzed in the window, and tormented
her by lighting on her face. Little prickles of
pain ran up and down her back. She lay with
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her eyes shut, because it hurt to keep them open,
and all sorts of uneasy thoughts went rushing
through her mind.
"Perhaps, if my back is really sprained, I shall
have to lie here as much as a week," she said to
herself. tf Oh dear, dear ! I can't. The vacation
is only eight weeks, and I was going to do such
lovely things ! How can people be so patient as
Cousin Helen when they have to lie still ? Won't
she be sorry when she hears ! Was it really
yesterday that she went away? It seems a year.
If only I hadn't got into that nasty old swing ! "
And then Katy began to imagine how it would
have been if she hadn't, and how she and Clover
had meant to go to Paradise that afternoon. They
misrht have been there under the cool trees now.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, her head
grew hotter and her position in the bed more un-
comfortable.
Suddenly she became conscious that the glaring
lisjht from the window was shaded, and that the
wind seemed to be blowing freshly over her. She
opened her heavy eyes. The blinds were shut,
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and there beside the bed sat little Elsie, fanning
her with a palm-leaf fan.
"Did I wake you up, Katy?" she asked in a
timid voice.
Katy looked at her with startled, amazed eyes.
"Don't be frightened," said Elsie, "I won't dis-
turb you. Johnny and me are so sorry you're
sick," and her little lips trembled. " But we
mean to keep real quiet, and never bang the nur-
sery door, or make noises on the stairs, till you're
all well again. And I've brought you someiing
real nice. Some of it's from John, and some from
me. It's because you got tumbled out of the
swing. See — " and Elsie pointed triumphantly to
a chair, which she had pulled up close to the bed,
and on which were solemnly set forth : 1st. A
pewter tea-set; 2d. A box with a glass lid, on
which flowers were painted ; 3d. A jointed doll ;
4th. A transparent slate; and lastly, two new
lead pencils !
"They're all yours — yours to keep," said gen-
erous little Elsie. "You can have Pikery, too, if
you want. Only he's pretty big, and I'm afraid
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he'd be lonely without me. Don't you like the
fiugs, Katy? They're real pretty ! "
It seemed to Katy as if the hottest sort of a coal
of fire was burning into the top of her head as she
looked at the treasures on the chair, and then at
Elsie's face all lighted up with affectionate self-
sacrifice. She tried to speak, but began to cry
instead, which frightened Elsie very much.
"Does it hurt you so bad?" she asked, crying,
too, from sympathy.
"Oh, no! it isn't that," sobbed Katy, "but I
was so cross to you this moruing, Elsie, and
pushed you. Oh, please forgive me, please do ! "
" Why it's got well ! " said Elsie, surprised.
"Aunt Izzie put a fiug out of a bottle on it, aud
the bump all went away. Shall I go aud ask her
to put some on you too — I will." And she ran
toward the door.
" Oh, no ! " cried Katie, " don't go away, Elsie
Come here and kiss me, instead."
Elsie turned as*if doubtful whether this invita-
tion could be meant for her. Katy held out her
arms. Elsie ran ri^ht into them, and the hi*
sister and the little, exchanged an embrace which
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seemed to bring their hearts closer together than
they had ever been before.
" You're the most precious little darling," mur-
mured Katy, clasping Elsie tight. " I've been
real horrid to vou, Elsie. But I'll never be again;
You shall play with me and Clover, and Cecy,
just as much as you like, and write notes in all
the post-offices, and everything else."
" Oh, goody ! goody ! " cried Elsie, executing
little skips of transport. "How sweet you are,
Katy ! I mean to love you next best to Cousin
Helen and Papa ! And " — racking her brains for
some way of repaying this wonderful kindness —
" I'll tell you the secret, if you want me to very
much. I guess Cousin Helen would let me."
"No," said Katy; "never mind about the se-
cret. I don't want you to tell it to me. Sit down
by the bed, and fan me some more instead."
"No !" persisted Elsie, who, now that she had
made up her mind to part with the treasured se-
cret, could not bear to be stopped. "Cousin
Helen gave me a half-dollar, and told me to give it
to Debby, and tell her she was much obliged to
her for making her such nice things to eat. And
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I did. And Debby was real pleased. And 1
wrote Cousin Helen a letter, and told her that
Debby liked the half-dollar. That's the secret !
Isn't it a nice one? Only you mustn't tell any-
body about it, ever — just as long as you live."
"No ! " said Katy, smiling faintly, " I won't."
All the rest of the afternoon Elsie sat beside
the bed with her palm-leaf fan, keeping off the
flies, and " shue "-ing away the other children when
they peeped in at the door. " Do you really like
to have me here?" she asked, more than once,
and smiled, oh, so triumphantly ! when Katy said
" Yes ! " But though Katy said yes, I am afraid it
was only half the truth, for the sight of the dear
little forgiving girl, whom she had treated uu-
kindly, gave her more pain than pleasure.
" I'll be so good to her when I get well," she
thought to herself, tossinsr uneasily to and fro.
Aunt Izzie slept in her room that night. Katy
was feverish. When morning came, and Dr. Carr
returned, he found her in a good deal of pain, hot
and restless, with wide-open, anxious eyes.
K Papa ! " she cried the first thing, " must I lie
here as much as a week?"
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"My darling, I'm afraid yoa must," replied
her father, who looked worried, and very grave.
" Dear, dear ! " sobbed Katy, " how can I bear
it?"
CHAPTER IX.
DISMAL DAYS.
F anybody had told Katy, that first after-
noon, that at the end of a week she
would still be in bed, and in pain, and
with no time fixed for getting up, I think it would
have almost killed her. She was so restless and
eager, that to lie still seemed one of the hardest
things in the world. But to lie still and have her
back ache all the time, was worse yet. Day after
day she asked Papa with quivering lip: "Mayn't
I get up and go down stairs this morning? " And
when he shook his head, the lip would quiver
more, and tears would come. But if she tried to
get up, it hurt her so much, that in spite of her-
self she was glad to sink back asrain on the soft
pillows and mattress, which felt so comfortable to
her poor bones.
Then there came a time when Katv didn't even
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ask to be allowed to get up. A time when sharp,
dreadful pain, such as she never imagined before,
took hold of her. When days and nights got all
confused and tangled up together, and Aunt Izzie
never seemed to go to bed. A time when Papa
was constantly in her room. When other doctors
came and stood over her, and punched and felt her
back, and talked to each other in low whispers.
It was all like a long, bad dream, from which she
couldn't wake up, though she tried ever so hard.
Now and then she would rouse a little, and catch
the sound of voices, or be aware that Clover or
Elsie stood at the door, crying softly ; or that
Aunt Izzie, in creaking slippers, was going about
the room on tiptoe. Then all these things would
slip away again, and she would drop off into a
dark place, where there was nothing but pain, and
sleep, which made her forget pain, and so seemed
the best thins* in the world.
We will hurry over this time, for it is hard to
think of our bright Katy in such a sad plight.
By and by the pain grew less, and the si cop
quieter. Then, as the pain became easier still,
Katy woke up as it were — began to take notice
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of what was going on about her; to put ques-
tions.
" How long have I been sick ? " she asked one
morning.
"It is four weeks, yesterday," replied Papa.
" Four weeks ! " said Katy. " Why, I didn't
know it was so long as that. Was I very sick,
Papa?"
" Very, dear. But you are a great deal better
now."
"How did I hurt me when I tumbled out of
the swing? " asked Katy, who was in an unusually
wakeful mood.
"I don't believe I could make you understand,
dear."
" But try, Papa ! "
" Well — did you know that you had a long
bone down your back, called a spine ? "
"I thought that was a disease," said Katy;
" Clover said that Cousin Helen had the spine ! "
"No — the spine is a bone. It is made up of a
row of smaller bones — or knobs — and in the mid-
dle of it is a sort of rope of nerves called the spinal
cord. Nerves, you know, are the things we feel
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with. Well, this spinal cord is rolled up for safe
keeping in a soft wrapping, called membrane.
When you fell out of the swing, you struck
against one of these knobs, and bruised the mem-
brane inside, and the nerve inflamed, and gave you
a fever in the back. Do you sec?"
"A little," said Katy, not quite understanding,
but too tired to question farther. After she had
rested a while, she said : r Is the fever well now,
Papa? Can I get up again and go down stairs
right away ? "
"Not right away, I'm afraid," said Dr. Carr,
trying to speak cheerfully.
Katy didn't ask any more questions then An-
other week passed, and another. The pain was
almost gone. It only came back now and then
for a few minutes. She could sleep now, and eat,
and be raised in bed without feeling giddy. But
still the once active limbs hung heavy and lifeless,
and she was not able to walk, or even stand
alone.
M My legs feel so queer," she said one morning,
" they are just like the Prince's legs which were
turned to black marble in the Arabian Nights.
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*
What do you suppose is the reason, Papa? Won't
they feel natural soon ? "
" Not soon," answered Dr. Carr. Then he said
to himself: "Poor child! she had better know
the truth." So he went on, aloud, " I am afraid,
my darling, that you must make up your mind to
stay in bed a long time."
"How long?" said Katy, looking frightened;
" a month more ? "
"I can't tell exactly how long," answered her
father. "The doctors think, as I do, that the in-
jury to your spine is one which you will outgrow
by and by, because you are so young and strong.
But it may take a good while to do it. It may be
that you will have to lie here for months, or it
may be more. The only cure for such a hurt is
time and patience. It is hard, darling" — for
Katy began to sob wildly — "but you have Hope
to help you along. Think of poor Cousin Helen,
bearing all these years without hope ! "
" Oh, Papa ! " gasped Katy, between her sobs,
"doesn't it seem dreadful, that just getting into
the swins: for a few minutes should do so much
harm ? Such a little tiling as that ! "
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rr Yes, such a little thing ! " repeated Dr. Carr,
sadly. "And it was only a little thing, too, for-
getting Aunt Tzzie's order about the swing. Just
for the want of the small c horse-shoe nail ' of
Obedience, Katy."
Years afterwards, Katy told somebody that the
six longest weeks of her life were those which fol-
lowed this conversation with Papa. Now that she
knew there was no chance of getting well at once,
the days dragged dreadfully. Each seemed duller
and dismaller than the day before. She lost heart
about herself, and took no interest in anything.
Aunt Izzie brought her books, but she didn't want
to read, or to sew. Nothing amused her. Clover
and Cecy would come to sit with her, but hearing
them tell about their plays, and the things they had
been doing, made her cry so miserably, that Aunt
Izzie wouldn't let them come often. They were
very sorry for Katy, but the room was so gloomy,
and Katy so cross, that they didn't mind much
not being allowed to see her. In those days
Katy made Aunt Izzie keep the blinds shut tight,
and she lay in the dark, thinking how mis-
erable she was, and how wretched all the rest of
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■
her life was going to be. Everybody was very
kind and patient with her, but she was too rel-
fishly miserable to notice it. Aunt Izzie ran up
and down stairs, and was on her feet all day, try-
ing to get something which would please her, but
Katy hardly said "Thank you," and never saw
how tired Aunt Izzie looked. So long as she was
forced to stay in bed, Katy could not be grateful
for anything that was done for her.
But doleful as the days were, they were not so
bad as the nights, when, after Aunt Izzie was
asleep, Katy would lie wide awake, and have long,
hopeless fits of crying. At these times she would
think of all the plans she had made for doing beau-
tiful things when she was grown up. "And now
I shall never do any of them," she would say to
herself, " only just lie here. Papa says I may
get well by and by, but I sha'n't, I know I sha'n't.
And even if I do, I shall have wasted all these
years, and the others will grow up and get ahead
of me, and I sha'n't be a comfort to them or to any-
body else. Oh dear ! oh dear ! how dreadful it
is ! "
The first thing which broke in upon this sad
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state of affairs, was a letter from Cousin Helen,
which Papa brought one morning and handed to
-Aunt Izzie.
"Helen tells me she's going home this week,"
said Aunt Izzie, from the window, where she had
gone to read the letter. "Well, I'm sorry, but I
think she's quite right not to stop. It's just as
she says : one invalid at a time is enough in a
house. I'm sure I have my hands full with Katy."
"Oh, Aunt Izzie!" cried Katy, "is Cousin
Helen coming this way when she goes home?
Oh ! do make her stop. If it's just for one day,
do ask her ! I want to see her so much ! I can't tell
you how much ! Won't you? Please! Please,
dear Papa ! "
She was almost crying with eagerness.
"Why, yes, darling, if you wish it so much,"
said Dr. Carr. "It will cost Aunt Izzie some
trouble, but she's so kind that I'm sure she'll man-
age it if it is to give you so much pleasure. Can't
you, Izzie? " And he looked eagerly at his sister.
"Of course I will!" said Miss Izzie, heartily.
Katy was so glad, that, for the first time in her
172 WHAT KATY DID.
life, she threw her arms of her own accord round
Aunt Izzie's neck, and kissed her.
" Thank you, dear Aunty ! " she said.
Aunt Izzie looked as pleased as could be. She
had a warm heart hidden under her fidgety ways
— only Katy had never been sick before, to find it
out.
For the next week Katy was feverish with
expectation. At last Cousin Helen came. This
time Katy was not on the steps to welcome her,
but after a little while Papa brought Cousin Helen
in his arms, and sat her in a big chair beside the
bed.
"How dark it is!" she said, after they had
kissed each other and talked for a minute or two ;
"I can't see your face at all. Would it hurt
your eyes to have a little more light?"
" Oh no ! " answered Katy. " It don't hurt my
eyes, only I hate to have the sun come in. It
makes me feel worse, somehow."
" Push the blind open a little bit then, Clover ; "
and Clover did so.
" Now I can see," said Cousin Helen.
It was a forlorn-looking child enough which
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she saw lying before her. Kilty's face had grown
thin, and her eyes had red eireles about them
from continual crying. Her hair had been
brushed twice that morning by Aimt Izzie, but
Katy had run her fingers impatiently through it,
till it stood out above her head like a frowsy
hush. She wore a calico dressing-gown, which,
though clean, was particularly ugly in pattern ;
and the room, for all its tidiness, had a dismal
look, with the chairs set up against the wall, and
a row of medicine-bottles on the chimney-piece.
"Isn't it horrid?" sighed Katy, as Cousin Helen
looked around. "Everything's horrid. But I
don't mind so much now that you've come. Oh,
Cousin Helen, I've had such a dreadful, dreadful
time!"
"I know," said her cousin, pityingly. "I've
heard all about it, Katy, and I'm so very sorry
for you ! It is a hard trial, my poor darling."
"But how do you do it? " cried Katy. " How
do you manage to be so sweet and beautiful and
patient, when you're feeling badly all the time,
and can't do anything, or walk, or stand?" —
her voice was lost in sobs.
174 WHAT KATY DID.
Cousin Helen didn't say anything for a little
while. She just sat and stroked Katy's hand.
" Katy," she said at last, " has Papa told you
that he thinks you are going to get well by and
by?"
"Yes," replied Katy, "he did say so. But
perhaps it won't be for a long, long time. And I
wanted to do so many things. And now I can't
do anything at all ! "
"What sort of things?"
f Study, and help people, and become famous.
And I wanted to teach the children. Mamma said
I must take care of them, and I meant to. And
now I can't go to school or learn anything myself.
And if I ever do get well, the children will be
almost grown up, and they won't need me."
"But why must you wait till you get well?''
asked Cousin Helen, smiling.
" Why, Cousin Helen, what can I do lying hero
in bed ? "
"A good deal. Shall I tell you, Katy, what it
seems to me that I should say to myself if I were in
jo r place ? "
Yes, please ! " replied Katy, wonderingly.
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" I should say this : f Now, Katy Carr, you
wanted to go to school and learn to be wise and
useful, and here's a chance for you. God is going
to let you go to His school — where He teaches all
sorts of beautiful things to people. Perhaps he
will only keep you for one term, or perhaps it
may be for three or four; but whichever it is, you
must make the very most of the chance, because
He irives it to you Himself. ' "
"But what is the school?" asked Katy. "I
don't know what you mean."
" It is called The School of Pain," replied Cousin
Helen, with her sweetest smile. f? And the place
where the lessons are to be learned is this room
of yours. The rules of the school are pretty hard,
but the good scholars, who keep them best, mid
out after a while how right and kind they are.
And the lessons aren't easy, either, but the more
you study the more interesting they become."
"What are the lessons?" asked Katy, getting
interested, and beginning to feel as if Cousin
Helen were telling her a story.
" Well, there's the lesson of Patience. That's
one of the hardest studies. You can't learn much
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of it at a time, but every bit you get by heart,
makes the next bit easier. And there's the lesson
of Cheerfulness. And the lesson of Making the
Best of Things."
" Sometimes there isn't anything to make the
best of," remarked Katy, dolefully.
"Yes there is, always! Everything in the
world has two handles. Didn't you know that?
One is a smooth handle. If you take hold of it,
the thing comes up lightly and easily, but if you
seize the rough handle, it hurts your hand and the
thing is hard to lift. Some people always manage
to fret hold of the wronsj handle."
" Is Aunt Izzie a f thing ? ' " asked Katy. Cousin
Helen was glad to hear her laugh.
" Yes — Aunt Izzie is a thing — and she has a
nice pleasant handle too, if you just try to find it.
And the children are 'things,' also, in one senee.
All their handles are different. You know human
beings aren't made just alike, like red flower-pots.
We have to feel and 2:uess before we can make
out just how other people go, and how we ought
to take hold of them. It is very interesting, I
advise you to try it. And while you are trying,
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you will learn all sorts of things which will help
you to help others."
"If I only could ! " sighed Katy. "Arc there
any other studies in the School, Cousin Helen?"
"Yes, there's the lesson of Hopefulness. That
class has ever so many teachers. The Sun is
one. He sits outside the window all day waiting
a chance to slip in and get at his pupil. He's a
first-rate teacher, too. I wouldn't shut him out,
if I were you.
" Every morning, the first thing when I woke up,
I would say to myself: fI am going to get well,
so Papa thinks. Perhaps it may be to-morrow.
So, in case this should be the last day of my sick-
ness, let me spend it beautifully, and make my
sick-room so pleasant that everybody will like to
remember it.'
"Then, there is one more lesson, Katy — the
lesson of Neatness. School-rooms must be kept in
order, you know. A sick person ought to be
as fresh and dainty as a rose."
" But it is such a fuss," pleaded Katy. " I don't
believe you've any idea what a bother it is to
alwavs be nice and in order. You never were
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careless like me, Cousin Helen ; you were born
neat."
" Oh, was I? " said her Cousin. « Well, Katy,
we won't dispute that point, but I'll tell you a
story, if you like, about a girl I once knew, who
wasn't 1)0 rn neat."
"Oh, do!" cried Katy, enchanted. Cousin
Helen had done her good, already. She looked
brighter and less listless than for days.
" This girl was quite young," continued Cousin
Helen; "she was strong and active, and liked
to run, and climb, and ride, and do all sorts
of jolly things. One day something happened —
an accident — and thev told her that all the rest
of her life she had 2fot to lie on her back and suf-
fer pain, and never walk an}r more, or do any of
the things she enjoyed most."
"Just like you and me!' whispered Katy,
squeezing Cousin Helen's hand.
" Something like me; but not so much like
you, because, you know, we hope you are going
to get well one of these days. The girl didn't
mind it so much when they first told her, for she
was so ill that she felt sure she should die. But
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when she ofot better, .and began to think of the
long life which lay before her, that was worse
than ever the pain had been. She was so
wretched, that she didn't care what became of
anything, or how anything looked. She had no
Aunt Izzie to look after things, so her room soon
got into a dreadful state. It was full of dust and
confusion, and dirty spoons and phials of physic.
She kept the blinds shut, and let her hair tangle
every which way, and altogether was a dismal
spectacle.
" This girl had a dear old father," went on
Cousin Helen, " who used to come every day and
sit beside her bed. One morning he said to her :
"'My daughter, I'm afraid you've got to live in
this room for a lorn? time. Now there's one thing
I want you to do for my sake.'
'What is that?' she asked, surprised to hear
there was anything left which she could do for
anybody.
" f I want you to turn out all these physic bot-
tles, and make your room pleasant and pretty
for me to come and sit in. You see, I shall
spend a good deal of my time here ! Now I don't
180 WHAT KATY DID.
like dust and darkness. I like to see flowers on
the table, and sunshine in at the window. Will
you do this to please me ? '
"'Yes,' said the girl, but she gave a- sigh, and I
am afraid she felt as if it was Quoins: to be a dread-
ful trouble.
"'Then, another thing,' continued her father,
'I want you to look pretty. Can't night-gowns
and wrappers be trimmed and made becoming just
as much as dresses ? A sick woman who isn't neat
is a disagreeable object. Do, to please me, send
for something pretty, and let me see you looking
nice again. I can't bear to have my Helen turn
into a slattern.' "
" Helen ! " exclaimed Katy, with wide-open
eyes, " was it you ? "
"Yes," said her cousin, smiling. "It was I,
though I didn't mean to let the name slip out so
soon. So, after my father was gone away, I sent
for a looking-glass. Such a sight, Katy ! My
hair was a perfect mouse's nest, and I had frowned
so much that my forehead was all criss-crossed
with lines of pain, till it looked like an old
woman's."
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Katy stared at Cousin Helen's smooth brow
and glossy hair. "I can't believe it," she said;
"your hair never could be rough."
"Yes it was — worse, a great deal, than yours
looks now. But that peep in the glass did me
good. I began to think how selfishly I was be-
having, and to desire to do better. And after
that, when the pain came on, I used to lie and
keep my forehead smooth with my fingers, and
try not to let my face show what I was enduring.
So by and by the wrinkles wore away, and though
I am a good deal older now, they have never
come back.
tf It was a great deal of trouble at first to have to
think and plan to keep my room and myself look-
ing nice. But after a while it grew to be a habit,
and then it became easy. And the pleasure it
gave my dear father repaid for all. He had been
proud of his active, healthy girl, but I think she
was never such a comfort to him as his sick one,
lying there in her bed. My room was his favorite
sitting-place, and he spent so much time there,
that now the room, and everything in it, makes me
think of him."
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There were tears in Cousin Helen's eyes as she
ceased speaking. But Katy looked bright and
eager. It seemed somehow to be a help, as well
as a great surprise, that ever there should have
been a time when Cousin Helen was less perfect
than she was now.
" Do you really think I could do so too ? " she
asked.
"Do what? Comb your hair?" Cousin Helen
was smiling now.
"Oh no ! Be nice and sweet and patient, and a
comfort to people. You know what I mean."
"I am sure you can, if you try."
" But what would you do first?" asked Katy;
who, now that her mind had grasped a new idea,
was easier to begin.
"Well — first I would open the blinds, and
make the room look a little less dismal. Are you
taking all those medicines in the bottles now?"
" No — only that big one with the blue label."
"Then you might ask Aunt Izzie to take away
the others. And I'd get Clover to pick a bunch
of fresh flowers every day for your table. By the
way, I don't see the little white vase."
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44 No — it got broken the very day after you
went away ; the day I fell out of the swing," said
Katy, sorrowfully.
" Never mind, pet, don't look so doleful. I
know the tree those vases grow upon, and you
shall have another. Then, after the room is
made pleasant, I would have all my lesson-books
fetched up, if I were you, and I would study a
couple of hours every morning."
" Oh ! ' cried Katy, making a wry face at the
idea.
Cousin Helen smiled. " I know," said she,
" it sounds like dull work, learning geography and
doing sums up here all by yourself. But I think
if you make the effort you'll be glad by and by.
You won't lose so much ground, you see — won't
slip back quite so far in your education. And
then, studying will be like working at a garden,
where things don't grow easily. Every flower
you raise will be a sort of triumph, and you will
value it twice as much as a common flower which
has cost no trouble."
"Well," said Katy, rather forlornly, " I'll try.
But it won't be a bit nice studying without any-
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body to study with me. Is their anything else,
Cousin Helen ? "
Just then the door creaked, and Elsie timidly
put her head into the room.
"Oh, Elsie, run away! " cried Katy. "Cousin
Helen and I are talking. Don't come just now."
Katy didn't speak unkindly, but Elsie's face
fell, and she looked disappointed. She said noth-
ing, however, but shut the door and stole away.
Cousin Helen watched this little scene without
speaking. For a few minutes after Elsie was gone,
she seemed to be thinking.
"Katy," she said at last, "you were saying just
now, that one of the things you were sorry about
was that while you were ill you could be of no
use to the children. Do you know, I don't think
you have that reason for being sorry."
"Why not?" said Katy, astonished.
"Because you can be of use. It seems to me
that you have more of a chance with the children
uow, than you ever could have had when you wero
well, and flying about as you used. You might
do almost anything you liked with them."
"I can't think what you mean," said Katy, sadly-
DISMAL DAYS. ? 85
"Why, Cousin Helen, half the time I don't even
know where they are, or what they are doing.
And I can't get up and go after them, you know."
"But you can make your room such a delightful
place, that they will want to come to you ! Don't
you see, a sick person has one splendid chance —
she is always on hand. Everybody who wants
her knows just where to go. If people love her,
she gets naturally to be the heart of the house.
" Once make the little ones feel that your room
is the place of all others to come to when they are
tired, or happy, or grieved, or sorry about any-
thing, and that the Katy who lives there is sure
to give them a loving reception — and the battle
is won. For you know we never do people good
by lecturing; only by living their lives with them,
and helping a little here, and a little there, to make
them better. And when one's own life is laid
aside for a while, as yours is now, that is the very
time to take up other people's lives, as we can't
do when we are scurrying and bustling over our
own affairs. But I didn't mean to preach a ser-
mon. I'm afraid you're tired."
"No I'm not, a bit," said Katy, holding Cousin
186 WHAT KATY DID.
Helen's hand tight in hers; "you can't think
how much better I feel. Oh, Cousin Helen, I
will try ! "
"It won't be easy," replied her cousin. " There
will be days when your head aches, and you feel
cross and fretted, and don't want to think of any
one but yourself. And there'll be other days
when Clover and the rest will come in, as Elsie
did just now, and you will be doing something
else, and will feel as if their coming: was a bother.
But you must recollect that every time you forget,
and are impatient or selfish, you chill them and
drive them farther away. They are loving little
things, and are so sorry for you now, that nothing
yon do makes them angry. But by and by they
will get used to having you sick, and if you haven't
won them as friends, they will grow away from
you as they get older. "
Just then, Dr. Carr came in.
" Oh, Papa ! you haven't come to take Cousin
Helen, have you?" cried Katy.
"Indeed I have," said her father. "I think
the bis: invalid and the little invalid have talked
quite long enough. Cousin Helen looks tired."
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For a minute, Katy felt just like crying. But
she choked back the tears. " My first lesson in
Patience," she said to herself, and managed to
give a faint, watery smile as Papa looked at her.
"That's right, dear," whispered Cousin Helen,
as she bent forward to kiss her. " And one last
word, Katy. In this school, to which you and I
belong, there is one Great comfort, and that is
that the Teacher is always at hand. He never
goes away. If things puzzle us, there He is,
close by, ready to explain and make all easy.
Try to think of this, darling, and don't be afraid
to ask Him for help if the lesson seems too hard."
Katy had a strange dream that night. She
thought she was trying to study a lesson out of a
book which wouldn't come quite open. She
could just see a little bit of what was inside, but
it was in a language which she did not under-
stand. She tried in vain : not a word could she
read ; and yet, for all that, it looked so interest-
ing that she longed to go on.
"Oh, if somebody would only help me!" she
<ricd impatiently.
Suddenly a hand came over her shoulder and
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took hold of the book. It opened at once, .and
showed the whole page. And then the forefinger
of the hand began to point to line after line, and
as it moved the words became plain, and Katy
could read them easily. She looked up. There,
stooping over her, was a great beautiful Face.
The eyes met hers. The lips smiled.
" Why didn't you ask me before, Little Scholar ? "
said a voice.
"Why, it is You, just as Cousin Helen told
me ! " cried Katy.
She must have spoken in her sleep, for Aunt
Izzie half woke up, and said :
" What is it? Do you want anything? "
The dream broke, and Katy roused, to find her-
self in bed, with the first sunbeams struggling in
at the window, and Aunt Izzie raised on her
elbow, looking at her with a sort of sleepy
wonder.
CHAPTER X.
ST. NICHOLAS AND ST. VALENTINE.
[HAT are the children all doing to-day?"
said Katy, laying down "Norway and
the Norwegians," which she was read-
ing for the fourth time ; "I haven't seen them since
breakfast."
Aunt Izzie, who was sewing on the other side of
the room, looked up from her work.
"I don't know," she said, "they're over at
Cecy's, or somewhere. They'll be back before
long, I guess."
Her voice sounded a little odd and mysterious,
but Katy didn't notice it.
"I thought of such a nice plan yesterday," she
went on. "That was that all of them should ham*
their stockings up here to-morrow night instead
of in the nursery. Then I could see them open
their presents, you know. Mayn't they, Aunt
Izzie? It would be real fun."
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"I don't believe there will be any objection,"
replied her aunt. She looked as if she were try
iug not to laugh. Katy wondered what was the
matter with her.
It was more than two months now since Cousin
Helen went away, and Winter had fairly come.
Snow was falling out-doors. Katy could see the
thick flakes go whirling past the window, but the
sight did not chill her. It only made the room
look warmer and more cosy. It was a pleasant
room now. There was a bright fire in the s:rate.
Everything was neat and orderly, the air was
sweet with mignonette, from a little glass of flow-
ers which stood on the table, and the Katy who
lay in bed, was a very different-looking Katy from
the forlorn girl of the last chapter.
Cousin Helen's visit, though it lasted only one
day, did great good. Not that Katy grew perfect
all at once. None of us do that, even in books
But it is everything to be started in the right path.
Katy's feet were on it now ; and though she often
stumbled and slipped, and ofteu sat down dis-
couraged, she kept on pretty steadily, in spite of
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bad days, which made her say to herself that she
was not getting forward at all.
These bad days, when everything seemed hard,
and she herself was cross and fretful, and drove
the children out of her room, cost Katy many
bitter tears. But after them she would pick her-
self up, and try again, and harder. And I think
that in spite of drawbacks, the little scholar, on
the whole, was learning her lesson pretty well.
Cousin Helen was a Great comfort all this time
She never forgot Katy. Nearly every week some
little thing came from her. Sometimes it was a
pencil note, written from her sofa. Sometimes
it was an interesting book, or a new magazine, or
some pretty little thing for the room. The crim-
son wrapper which Katy wore was one of hei
presents, so were the bright chromos of AutumL
leaves which hung on the wall, the little stand fo.
the books — all sorts of things. Katy loved to
look about her as she lay. All the room seemed
full of Cousin Helen and her kindness.
"I wish I had something pretty to put into
everybody's stocking," she went on, wistfully;
"but I've only got the muffatees for Papa, and
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these reins for Phil." She took them from under
her pillow as she spoke — gay worsted affairs,
with bells sewed on here and there. She had knit
them herself, a very little bit at a time.
"There's my pink sash," she said suddenly, "I
might give that to Clover. I only wore it once,
you know, and I don't think I got any spots on it.
Would you please fetch it and let me see, Aunt
Izzie? It's in the top drawer."
Aunt Izzie brought the sash. It proved to be
quite fresh, and they both decided that it would
do nicely for Clover.
" You know I sha'n't want sashes for ever so
long," said Katy, in rather a sad tone. " And
this is a beautv."
When she spoke next, her voice was bright
again.
"I wish I had something real nice for Elsie.
Do you know, Aunt Izzie — I think Elsie is the
dearest little girl that ever was."
" I'm glad you've found it out," said Aunt Izzie,
who had always been specially fond of Elsie.
" What she wants most of all is a writing-desk,"
continued Katy. " And Johnny wants a sled.
ST. NICHOLAS AND ST. VALENTINE. 193
But, oh dear ! those are such bis* things. And
I've only got two dollars and a quarter."
Aunt Izzie marched out of the room without
saying anything. When she came back she had
something folded up in her hand.
"I didn't know what to give you for Christmas,
Katy," she said, " because Helen sends you such
a lot of things that there don't seem to be any-
thing you haven't already. So I thought I'd give
you this, and let you choose for yourself. But if
you've set your heart on getting presents for the
children, perhaps you'd rather have it now." So
saying, Aunt Izzie laid on the bed a crisp, new
five-dollar bill !
"How good you are ! " cried Katy, flushed with
pleasure. And indeed Aunt Izzie did seem to
have grown wonderfully good of late. Perhaps
Katy had got hold of her smooth handle !
Being now in possession of seven dollars and a
quarter, Katy could afford to be gorgeously gen-
erous. She gave Aunt Izzie an exact description
of the desk she wanted.
"It's no matter about it's being very big," said
Katy, "but it must have a blue velvet lining, and
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an inkstand, with a silver top. And please buy
some little sheets of paper and envelopes, and a
pen-handle ; the prettiest you can find. Oh ! and
there must be a lock and key. Don't forget that,
Aunt Izzie."
"No, I won't. What else?"
"I'd like the sled to be green," went on Katy,
"and to have a nice name. Sky-Scraper would
be nice, if there was one. Johnny saw a sled once
called Sky-Scraper, and she said it was splendid.
And if there's money enough left, Aunty, won't
you buy me a real nice book for Dorry, and
another for Cecy, and a silver thimble for Mary?
Her old one is full of holes. Oh ! and some
candy. And something for Debby and Bridget —
some little thing, you know. I think that's all ! "
Was ever seven dollars and a quarter expected
to do so much? Aunt Izzie must have been a
witch, indeed, to make it hold out. But she did,
and next day all the precious bundles came home.
How Katy enjoyed untying the strings !
Everything was exactly right.
" There wasn't any Sky-Scraper," said Aunt
Izzie, " so I got ? Snow-Skimmer ' instead."
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"It's beautiful, and I like it just as well," said
Katy contentedly.
"Oh, hide them, hide them!" she cried with
sudden terror, "somebody's coming." But the
somebody was only Papa, who put his head into
the room as Aunt Izzie, laden with bundles,
scuttled across the hall.
Katy was glad to catch him alone. She had a
little private secret to talk over with him. It was
about Aunt Izzie, for whom she, as yet, had no
present.
"I thought perhaps you'd get me a book like
that one of Cousin Helen's, which Aunt Izzie
liked so much," she said. "I don't recollect the
name exactly. It was something about a Shadow.
But I've spent all my money."
"Never mind about that," said Dr. Carr.
"We'll make that right. 'The Shadow of the
Cross' — was that it?" I'll buy it this after-
noon."
" Oh, thank you, Papa ! And please get a brown
cover, if you can, because Cousin Helen's was
brown. And you won't let Aunt Izzie know, will
you? Be careful, Papa 1 "
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"I'll swallow the book first, brown cover and
all," said Papa, making a funny face. He was
pleased to see Katy so interested about anything
again.
These delightful secrets took up so much of
her thoughts, that Katy scarcely found time to
wonder at the absence of the children, who gen-
erally haunted her room, but who for three days
1 back had hardly been seen. However, after sup-
per they all came up in a body, looking very
merry, and as if they had been having a good time
somewhere.
" You don't know what we've been doing," began
Philly.
"Hush, Phil ! " said Clover, in a warning voice.
Then she divided the stockings which she held
in her hand. And everybody proceeded to hang
them up.
Dorry hung his on one side of the fireplace,
and John hers exactly opposite. Clover and Phil
suspended theirs side by side, on two handles of
the bureau.
"I'm going to put mine here, close to Katy, so
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that she can see it the first fing in the morning,"
said Elsie, pinning hers to the bed-post.
Then they all sat down round the fire to write
their wishes on bits of paper, and see whether
they would burn, or fly up the chimney. If they
did the latter, it was a sign that Santa Claus had
them safe, and would bring the things wished for.
John wished for a sled and a doll's tea-set, and
the continuation of the Swiss Family Robinson.
Dorry's list ran thus :
"A plum-cake,
A new Bibel,
Harry and Lucy,
A Kellidescope,
Everything else Santa Claus likes. "
When they had written these lists they threw
them into the fire. The fire gave a flicker just
then, and the papers vanished. Nobody saw ex-
actly how. John thought they flew up chimney,
but Dorry said they didn't.
Phil dropped his piece in very solemnly. It
flamed for a minute, then sank into ashes.
There, you won't get it, whatever it was!"
said Dorry. " What did you write, Phil?"
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"Nofing," said Phil, "only just Philly Carr."
The children shouted.
" I wrote f a writing-desk ' on mine," remarked
Elsie, sorrowfully, "But it all burned up."
Katy chuckled when she heard this.
And now Clover produced her list. She read
aloud :
"'Strive and Thrive,'
A pair of kid gloves,
A muff,
A good temper ! "
Then she dropped it into the fire. Behold, it
flew straight up chimney.
" How queer ! " said Katy ; " none of the rest of
them did that."
The truth was, that Clover, who was a canny
little mortal, had slipped across the room and
opened the door just before putting her wishes in.
This, of course, made a draft, and sent the paper
right upward.
Pretty soon Aunt Izzie came in and swept them
all off to bed.
"I know how it will be in the morning," she
6aid, "you'll all be up and racing about as soon
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as it is light. So you must get your sleep now, if
ever."
After they had gone, Katy recollected that no-
body had offered to hang a stocking up for her.
She felt a little hurt when she thought of it. "But
I suppose they forgot," she said to herself.
A little later Papa and Aunt Izzie came in, and
they filled the stockings. It was great fun. Each
was brought to Katy, as she lay in bed, that she
might arrange it as she liked.
The toes were stuffed with candy and oranges.
Then came the parcels, all shapes and sizes, tied
in white paper, with ribbons, and labelled.
"What's that?" asked Dr. Carr, as Aunt Izzie
rammed a long, narrow package into Clover's
stocking.
:t A nail-brush," answered Aunt Izzie ; " Clover
needed a new one."
How Papa and Katy laughed ! "I don't believe
Santa Claus ever had such a thing before," said Dr.
Carr.
"He's a very dirty old gentleman, then," ob-
served Aunt Izzie, grimly.
The desk and sled were too big to go into anv
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stocking, so they were wrapped in paper and hung
beneath the other things. It was ten o'clock be-
CD
fore all was done, and Papa and Aunt Izzie went
away. Katy lay a long time watching the queer
shapes of the stocking-legs as they dangled in the
firelight. Then she fell asleep.
It seemed only a minute, before something
touched her and woke her up. Behold, it was
day-time, and there was Philly in his night-gown,
climb .ng up on the bed to kiss her ! The rest of
the children, half dressed, were dancing about
with their stockings in their hands.
" Merry Christmas ! Merry Christmas ! " they
cried. "Oh, Katy, such beautiful, beautiful
things ! "
"Oh!" shrieked Elsie, who at that moment
spied her desk, " Santa Claus did bring it, after
all ! Why, its got * from Katy ' written on it !
Oh, Katy, it's so sweet, and I'm so happy ! " and
Elsie hugged Katy, and sobbed for pleasure.
But what was that strange thins: beside the bed ?
Katy stared, and rubbed her eyes. It certainly
had not been there when she went to sleep. How
had it come ?
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It was a little evergreen tree planted in a red
flower-pot. The pot had stripes of gilt paper
stuck on it, and gilt stars and crosses, which
made it look very gay. The boughs of the tree
were hung with oranges, and nuts, and shiny red
apples, and pop-corn balls, and strings of bright
berries. There were also a number of little
packages tied with blue and crimson ribbon, and
altogether the tree looked so pretty, that Katy
gave a cry of delighted surprise.
"It's a Christmas-tree for you, because you're
sick, you know !" said the children, all trying to
hii£ her at once.
' We made it ourselves," said Dorry, hopping
about on one foot; "I pasted the black stars on
the pot."
"And I popped the corn ! " cried Philly.
!fDo you like it?' asked Elsie, cuddling close
to Katy. " That's my present — that one tied
with a green ribbon. I wish it was nicer ! Don't
you want to open 'em right away?"
Of course Katy wanted to. All sorts of
things came out of the little bundles. The chil-
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dren had arranged every parcel themselves. No
grown person had been allowed to help in the least.
Elsie's present was a pen-wiper, with a gray
flannel kitten on it. Johnnie's, a doll's tea-tray of
scarlet tin.
"Isn't it beau-ti-ful? " she said, admiringly.
Dorry's gift, I regret to say, was a huge red-
and-yellow spider, which whirred wildly when
waved at the end of its string.
"They didn't want me to buy it," said he, "but
I did ! I thought it would amoose you. Does it
amoose you, Katy?"
"Yes indeed," said Katy, laughing and blinking
as Dorry waved the spider to and fro before her
eyes.
! You can play with it when we ain't here and
you're all alone, you know," remarked Dorry,
highly gratified.
"But you don't notice what the tree's standing
upon," said Clover.
It was a chair, a very large and curious one,
with a long-cushioned back, which ended in a
footstool.
"That's Papa's present," said Clover; "see, it
" How perfectly lovely everybody is," said Katy, with grateful tears in her
eyes. — Page 203.
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tips bach so as to be just like a bed. And Papa
says he thinks pretty soon you can lie on it, in
the window, where you can see us play."
"Does he really?" said Katy, doubtfully. It
si ill hurt her very much to be touched or moved.
tf And see what's tied to the arm of the chair,"
said Elsie.
It was a little silver bell, with " Katy " engraved
on the handle.
"Cousin Helen sent it. It's for you to ring
when you want anybody to come," explained
Elsie.
More surprises. To the other arm of the chair
was fastened a beautiful book. It was " The
Wide Wide World " — and there was Katy's name
written on it, f from her affectionate Cecy.' On
it stood a great parcel of dried cherries from
Mrs. Hall. Mrs. Hall had the most delicious dried
cherries, the children thought.
rfIIo\v perfectly lovely everybody is!" said
Katy, with grateful tears in her eyes.
That was a pleasant Christmas. The children
declared it to be the nicest they had ever had.
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And though Katy couldn't quite say that, she en-
joyed it too, and was very happy.
It was several weeks before she was able to use
the chair, but when once she became accustomed
to it, it proved very comfortable. Aunt Izzie
would dress her in the morning, tip the chair back
till it was on a level with the bod, and then, very
gently and gradually, draw her over on to it.
Wheeling across the room was always painful, but
sitting in the window and looking out at the
clouds, the people going by, and the children
playing in the snow, was delightful. How de-
lightful nobody knows, excepting those who, like
Katy, have lain for six months in bed, without a
peep at the outside world. Every day she grew
brighter and more cheerful.
" How jolly Santa Claus was this year ! " she
happened to say one day, when she was talking
with Cecy. "I wish another Saint would come
and pay us a visit. But I don't know any more,
except Cousin Helen, and she can't."
" There's St. Valentine," suggested Cecy.
" Sure enough. What a bright thought ! " cried
Katy, clapping her hands. " Oh, Cecy, let's do
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something funny on Valentinc's-Day ! Such a
good idea has just popped into my mind."
So the two girls put their heads together and
held a long, mysterious confabulation. What it
was about, we shall see farther on.
Valentine's-Day was the next Friday. When
the children came home from school on Thurs-
day afternoon, Aunt Izzie met them, and, to their
great surprise, told them that Cecy was come to
drink tea, and they must all go up stairs and be
made nice.
"But Cecy comes most every day," remarked
Dorry, who didn't see the connection between this
fact and having his face washed.
fYes — but to-night you are to take tea in
Katy's room," said Aunt Izzie; "here are the
invitations : one for each of you."
Sure enough, there was a neat little note for
each, requesting the pleasure of their company at
"Queen Katharine's Palace," that afternoon, at six
o'clock.
This put quite a different aspect on the affair.
The children scampered up stairs, and pretty soon,
all nicely brushed and washed, they were knock-
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nig formally at the door of the "Palace." How
fine it sounded !
The room looked bright and inviting. Katy, in
her chair, sat close to the fire, Cecy was beside her,
and there was a round table all set out wTith a
white cloth and mugs of milk and biscuit, and
strawberry -jam and doughnuts. In the middle
was a loaf of frosted cake. There was something
on the icing which looked like pink letters, and
Clover, leaning forward, read aloud, " St. Valen-
tine."
"What's that for?" asked Dorry.
"Why, you know this is St. Valentine's-Eve,"
replied Katy. "Debby remembered it, I guess, sc
she put that on."
Nothing more was said about St. Valentine just
then. But when the last pink letter of his name
had been eaten, and the supper had been cleared
away, suddenly, as the children sat by the fire,
their was a loud rap at the door.
"Who can" that be?" said Katy; "please see,
Clover ! "
So Clover opened the door. There stood Brid-
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get, Irving very hard not to laugh, and holding a
letter in her hand.
* It's a note as has come for you, Miss Clover,"
she said.
"For me/" cried Clover, much amazed. Then
she shut the door, and brought the note to the
table.
"How very funny!" she exclaimed, as she
looked at the envelope, which was a green and
white one. There was something hard inside.
Clover broke the seal. Out tumbled a small
green velvet pincushion made in the shape of a
clover-leaf, with a tiny stem of wire wound with
green silk. Pinned to the cushion was a paper,
with these verses :
" Some people love roses well,
Tulips, gayly dressed,
Some love violets blue and sweet,
I love Clover best.
" Though she has a modest air,
Though no grace she boast,
Though no gardener call her fair,
I love Clover most.
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" Butterfly may pass her by,
He is but a rover,
I'm a faithful, loving Bee —
And I stick to Clover."
This was the first valentine Clover had ever
had. She was perfectly enchanted.
"Oh, who do yon suppose sent it? " she cried.
But before anybody could answer, there came
another loud knock at the door, which made them
all jump. Behold, Bridget again, with a second
letter !
"It's for you, Miss Elsie, this time," she said
with a grin.
There was an instant rush from all the children,
and the envelope was torn open in the twinkling of
an eye. Inside was a little ivory seal with " Elsie "
on it in old English letters, and these rhymes :
" I know a little girl, .
She is very dear to me,
She is just as sweet as honey
When she chooses so to be,
And her name begins with E, and ends with E.
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" She has brown hair which curls,
And black eyes for to see
With, teeth like tiny pearls,
And dimples, one, two — three,
And her name begins with E, and ends with E.
" Her little feet run faster
Than other feet can flee,
As she brushes quickly past, her
Voice hums like a bee,
And her name begins with E, and ends with E.
" Do you ask me why I love her?
Then I shall answer thee,
Because I can't help loving,
She is so sweet to me,
This little girl whose name begins and ends with ' E.' "
* It's just like a fairy story," said Elsie, whose
eyes had grown as big as saucers from surprise,
while these verses were being read aloud by Cecy.
Another knock. This time there was a perfect
handful of letters. Everybody had one. Katy,
to her great surprise, had two.
t Why, what can this be? " she said. But when
she peeped into the second one, she saw Cousin
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Helen's handwriting, and she put it into her
pocket, till the valentines should be read.
Dorry's was opened first. It had the picture
of a pie at the top — I ought to explain that
Dorry had lately been having a siege with the
dentist.
" Little Jack Horner
Sat in his corner,
Eating his Christmas pie,
When a sudden grimace
Spread over his face,
And he began loudly to cry.
" His tender Mamma
Heard the sound from afar,
And hastened to comfort her child ;
* What aileth my John? '
She inquired in a tone
Which belied her question mild.
« « Oh, Mother,' he said,
* Every tooth in my head
Jumps and aches and is loose, O my !
And it hurts me to eat
Anything that is sweet —
So what will become of my pie ? '
8T. NICHOLAS AND ST. VALP:NTINE. 211
•' It wore vain to describe
How lie roared and he cried,
And howled like a miniature tempest;
Suffice it to say,
That the very next day
He had all his teeth pulled by a dentist! n
This valentine made the children laugh for a
lonsj time.
Johnnie's envelope held a paper doll named
"Red Kidin<?-Hood." These were the verses :
" I send you my picture, dear Johnnie, to show
That I'm just as alive as you,
And that you needn't cry over my fate
Any more, as you used to do.
" The wolf didn't hurt me at all that day,
For I kicked and fought and cried,
Till he dropped me out of his mouth, and ran
Away in the woods to hide.
" And Grandma and I have lived ever since
In the little brown house so small,
And churned fresh butter and made cream cheeses,
Nor seen the wolf at all.
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*' So cry no more for fear I ara eaten,
The naughty wolf is shot,
And if you will come to tea some evening.
You shall see for yourself I'm not."
Johnny was immensely pleased at this, for
Red Riding-Hood was a great favorite of hers.
Philly had a bit of india-rubber in his letter,
which was written with very black ink on a big
sheet of foolscap :
" I was once a naughty man,
And I hid beneath the bed,
To steal your india-rubbers,
But I chewed them up instead.
" Then you called cut, ' Who is there? '
I was thrown most in a fit,
And I let the india-rubbers fall —
All but this little bit.
" I'm sorry for my naughty ways,
And now, to make amends,
I send the chewed piece back again,
And beg we may be friends.
" Robber."
ST. NICHOLAS AND ST. VALENTINE. 213
"Just listen to mine," said Cecy, who had
all along pretended to be as much surprised as
anybody, and now behaved as if she could hardly
wait till Philly's was finished. Then she read
aloud :
"TO cecy.
" If I were a bird
And you were a bird,
What would we do?
Why you should be little and I would be big,
And, side by side on a cherry-tree twig,
We'd kiss with our yellow bills, and coo —
That's what we'd do I
" If I were a fish
And you were a fish,
What would we do?
We'd frolic, and whisk our little tails,
And play all sorts of tricks with the whales,
And call on the oysters, and order a ' stew,'
That's what we'd do!
" If I were a bee
And you were a bee,
What would we do?
We'd find a home in a breezy wood,
And store it with honey sweet and good.
You should feed me and I would feed you,
That's what we'd do I
" Valentine.*
214 WHAT KATY DID.
"I think that's the prettiest of all," said
Clover.
"I don't," said Elsie. "I think mine is the
prettiest. Cecy didn't have any seal in hers,
either." And- she fondled the little seal, which
all this time she had held in her hand.
" Katy, you ought to have read yours first, be»
cause you are the oldest," said Clover.
"Mine isn't much," replied Katy, and she read:
"The rose is red, the violet blue,
Sugar is sweet, and so are you."
"What a mean valentine!" cried Elsie, with
flashing eves. "It's a real shame, Katy 1 You
ouofht to have had the best of all."
Katy could hardly keep from laughing. The
fact was that the verses for the others had taken
so lonp;, that no time had been left for writing a
valentine to herself. So, thinking it would excite
suspicion to have none, she had scribbled this
old rhyme at the last moment.
"It isn't very nice," she said, trying to look as
pensive as she could, " but never mind."
ST. NICHOLAS AND ST. VALENTINE. 215
"It's a shame!" repeated Elsie, petting her
very hard to make up for the injustice.
"Hasn't it been a funny evening? " said John ;
and Dorry replied, "Yes; we never had such
good times before Katy was sick, did we?"
Katy heard this with a mingled feeling of pleas-
ure and pain. "I think the children do love me
a little more of late," she said to herself. "But,
oh, why couldn't I be good to them when I was
well and strong } "
She didn't open Cousin Helen's letter until the
rest were all gone to bed. I think somebody
must have written and told about the valentine
party, for instead of a note there were these verses
in Cousin Helen's own clear, pretty hand. It
wasn't a valentine, because it was too solemn, as
Katy explained to Clover, next day. " But," she
added, "it is a great deal beautifuller than any
valentine that ever was written." And Clover
thought so too.
These were the verses :
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"IN SCHOOL.
" I used to go to a bright school
Where Youth and Frolic taught in turn ;
But idle scholar that I was,
I liked to play, I would not learn ;
So the Great Teacher did ordain
That I should try the School of Pain.
" One of the infant class I am
With little, easy lessons, set
In a great book ; the higher class
Have harder ones than I, and yet
I find mine hard, and can't restrain
My tears while studying thus with Pain.
'* There are two Teachers in the school,
One has a gentle voice and low,
And smiles upon her scholars, as
She softly passes to and fro.
Her name is Love ; 'tis very plain
She shuns the sharper teacher, Pain.
" Or so I sometimes think ; and then,
At other times, they meet and kiss,
And look so strangely like, that I
Am puzzled to tell how it is,
Or whence the change which makes it vain
To guess if it be — Love or Pain.
ST. NICHOLAS AND ST. VALENTINE. 217
" They tell me if I study well,
And learn my lessons, I shall be
Moved upward to that higher class
Where dear Love teaches constantly;
And I work hard, in hopes to gain
Reward, and get away from Pain.
M Yet Pain is sometimes kind, and helps
Me on when I am very dull ;
I thank him often in my heart;
But Love is far more beautiful ;
Under her tender, gentle reign
I must learn faster than of Pain.
" So I will do my very best,
Nor chide the clock, nor call it slew;
That when the Teacher calls me up
To see if I am fit to go,
I may to Love's high class attain.
And bid a sweet good-by to Pain."
CHAPTER XL
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN.
T was a long time before the children
ceased to talk and laugh over that jolly
evening. Dorry declared he wished
there could be a Valentine's-Day every week.
w Don't you think St. Valentine would be tired
of writing verses ? " asked Katy. But she, too, had
enjoyed the frolic, and the bright recollection
helped her along through the rest of the long,
cold winter.
Spring opened late that year, but the Sum-
mer, when it came, was a warm one. Katy felt
the heat very much. She could not change her
seat and follow the breeze about from window to
window as other people could. The long burn-
ing days left her weak and parched. She hung
her head, and seemed to wilt like the flowers in
the garden-beds. Indeed she was wor.se off than
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A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 219
they, for every evening Alexander gave them a
watering with the hose, while nobody was able to
bring a watering-pot and pour out what she
needed — a shower of cold, fresh air.
It wasn't easy to be good-humored under these
circumstances, and one could hardly have blamed
Katy if she had sometimes forgotten her resolu-
tions and been cross and fretful. But she didn't
— not very often. Now and then bad days came,
when she was discouraged and forlorn. But
Katy's long year of schooling had taught her self-
control, and, as a general thing, her discomforts
were borne patiently. She could not help growing
pale and thin, however, and Papa saw with concern
that, as the summer went on, she became too
languid to read, or study, or sew, and just sat
hour after hour, with folded hands, gazing wist-
fully out of the window.
He tried the experiment of taking her to drive.
But the motion of the carriage, and the being
lifted in and out, brought on so much pain, that
Katy begged that he would" not ask her to go
again. So there was nothing to be done but wait
for cooler weather. The summer dragged on,
220 WHAT KATY DID.
and all who loved Katy rejoiced when it was
over.
When September came, with cool mornings
and nights, and fresh breezes, smelling of pine
woods and hill-tops, all things seemed to revive,
and Katy with them. She began to crochet and
to read. After a while she collected her books
again, and tried to study as Cousin Helen had
advised. But so many idle weeks made it seem
harder work than ever. One day she asked Papa
to let her take French lessons.
"You see I'm forgetting all I knew," she said,
"and Clover is going to begin this term, and I
don't like that she should get so far ahead of me.
Don't you think Mr. Berger would be willing to
come here, Papa? He does go to houses some-
times."
. "I think he would if we asked him," said Dr.
Can*, pleased to see Katy waking up with some-
thing like life again.
So the arrangement was made. Mr. Berger
came twice every week, and sat beside the big
chair, correcting Katy's exercises and practising
her in the verbs and pronunciation. He was a
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 221
lively little old Frenchman, and knew how to
make lesson-time pleasant.
"You take more pain than you used, Madem-
oiselle," he said one day; "if you go on so, you
sail be my best scholar. And if to hurt the back
make you study, it would be well that some other
of my young ladies shall do the same."
Katy laughed. But in spite of Mr. Berger
and his lessons, and in spite of her endeavors to
keep cheerful and busy, this second winter was
harder than the first. It is often so with sick
people. There is a sort of excitement in being ill
which helps along just at the beginning. But as
months go on, and everything grows an old story,
and one day follows another day, all just alike
and all tiresome, courage is apt to flag and spir-
its to grow dull. Spring seemed a long, long
way off whenever Katy thought about it.
"I wish something would happen," she often
said to herself. And something was about to
happen. But she little guessed what it was going
to be.
" Katy 1 " said Clover, coming in one day in
222 WHAT KATY DID.
November, "do you know where the camphor
is? Aunt Izzie has got such a headache."
* No," replied Katy, " I don't. Or — wait— Clo-
ver, it seems to me that Debby came for it the
other day. Perhaps if you look in her room
you'll find it."
f How very queer ! " she soliloquized, when Clo-
ver was gone ; " I never knew Aunt Izzie to have
a headache before."
"How is Aunt Izzie?" she asked, when Papa
came in at noon.
"Well, I don't know. She has some fever and
a bad pain in her head. I have told her that she
had better lie still, and not try to get up this eve-
ning. Old Mary will come in to undress you,
Katy. You won't mind, will you dear?"
"N-o!" said Katy, reluctantly. But she did
mind. Aunt Izzie had grown used to her and
her ways. Nobody else suited her so well.
"It seems so strange to have to explain just
how every little thing is to bo done," she re-
marked to Clover, rather petulantly.
It seemed stranger yet, when the next day, and
the next, and the next after that passed, and still
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 223
110 Aunt Izzie came near her. Blessings brighten
as they take their flight. Katy began to appreci-
ate for the first time how much she had learned to
rely on her aunt. She missed her dreadfully.
"When is Aunt Izzie goim? to getwell?" she
asked hei father ; " I want her so much."
' We all want her," said Dr. Carr, who looked
disturbed and anxious.
f Is she very sick?" asked Katy, struck by the
expression of his face.
" Pretty sick, I'm afraid," he replied. " I'm
going to get a regular nurse to take care of her."
Aunt Izzie's attack proved to be typhoid fever.
The doctors said that the house must be kept
quiet, so John, and Dorry, and Phil were sent
over to Mrs. Hall's to stay. Elsie and Clover
were to have gone too, but they begged so hard,
and made so many promises of good behavior,
that finally Papa permitted them to remain. The
dear little things stole about the house on tiptoe,
as quietly as mice, whispering to each other, and
waiting on Katy, who would have been lonely
enough without them, for everybody else was ab-
sorbed in Aunt Izzie.
224 WHAT KATY DID.
It was a confused, melancholy time. The three
girls didn't know much about sickness, but Papa's
grave face, and the hushed house, weighed upon
their spirits, and they missed the children very
much.
" Oh dear ! " sisrhed Elsie. " How I wish Aunt
Izzie would hurry and get well."
"We'll be real ^ood to her when she does, won't
we?" said Clover. "I never mean to leave my
rubbers in the hat-stand any more, because she
don't like to have me. And I shall pick up the
croquet-balls and put them in the box every
night."
"Yes," added Elsie, "so will I, when she gets
well."
It never occurred to either of them that perhaps
Aunt Izzie might not get well. Little people are
apt to feel as if grown folks are so strong and so
big, that nothing can possibly happen to them.
Katy was more anxious. Still she did not
fairly realize the danger. So it came like a sud-
den and violent shock to her, when, one morning
on waking up, she found old Mary crying quietly
A NEW LESSON TO LEARI7. 225
beside the bed, with her apron at her eyes. Aunt
Izzie had died in the night !
All their kind, penitent thoughts of her; their
resolutions to please — their plans for obeying her
wishes and saving her trouble, were too late !
For the first time, the three girls, sobbing in each
other's arms, realized what a good friend Aunt
Izzie had been to them. Her worrying ways were
all forgotten now. They could only remember
the many kind things she had done for them since
they were little children. How they wished that
they had never teased her, never said sharp words
about her to each other ! But it was no use to
wish.
'What shall we do without Aunt Izzie?"
thought Katy, as she cried herself to sleep that
night. And the question came into her mind
again and again, after the funeral was over and
the little ones had come back from Mrs. Hall's,
and things began to go on in their usual manner.
For several days she saw almost nothing of
her father. Clover reported that he looked very
tired, and scarcely said a word.
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226 WHAT KATY DID.
■
"Did Papa eat any dinner?" asked Katy, one
afternoon.
"Not much. He said he wasn't hungry. And
Mrs. Jackson's bov came for him before we were
through."
" Oh dear ! " sighed Katy, " I do hope lie isn't
going to be sick. How it rains ! Clovy, I wish
you'd run down and get out his slippers and put
them by the fire to warm. Oh, and ask Debby
to make some cream-toast for tea ! Papa likes
cream-toast."
After tea, Dr. Carr came up stairs to sit a while
in Katy's room. He often did so, but this was
the first time since Aunt Izzie's death.
Katy studied his face anxiously. It seemed to
her that it had grown older of late, and there was
a sad look upon it, which made her heart ache.
She longed to do something for him, but all she
could do was to poke the fire bright, and then to
possess herself of his hand, and stroke it gently
with both hers. It wasn't much, to be sure, but
I think Papa liked it.
" What have you been about all day ? " he asked.
"Oh, nothing, much," said Katy. "I studied
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 227
my French lesson this morning. And after
school, Elsie and John brought in their patch-
work, and we had a f Bee/ That's all."
" I've been thinking how we are to manaire
about the housekeeping," said Dr. Carr. " Of
course we shall have to get somebody to come anil
take charge. But it isn't easy to find just the right
person. Mrs. Hall knows of a woman who might
do, but she is out West, just now, and it will be
a week or two before we can hear from her. Do
you think you can get on as you are for a few
days?"
:f Oh, Papa ! " cried Katy, in dismay, "must we
have anybody?"
r Why, how did you suppose we were going to
arrange it? Clover is much too young for a
housekeeper. And beside, she is at school all
day."
"I don't know — I hadn't thought about it,"
said Katy, in a perplexed tone.
But she did think about it — all that evening,
and the first thinsj when she woke in the morning.
" Papa," she said, the next time she got him tc
herself, "I've been thinking over what you were
228 WHAT KATT DID.
saying last night, about getting somebody to keep
the house, you know. And I wish you wouldu't.
I wish you would let me try. Really and truly,
I think I could manage."
"But how?" asked Dr. Carr, much surprised.
"I really don't see. If you were well and strong,
perhaps — but even then you would be pretty
young for such a charge, Katy."
"I shall be fourteen in two weeks," said Katy,
drawing herself up in her chair as straight as she
could. "And if 1 were well, Papa, I should be
going to school, you know, and then of course I
couldn't. No, I'll tell you my plan. I've been
thinking about it all day. Debby and Bridget
have been with us so long, that they know all Aunt
Izzie's ways, and they're such good women, that
all they want is just to be told a little now and
then. Now, why couldn't they come up to me
when anything is wanted — just as well as to
have me go down to them? Clover and old Mary
will keep watch, you know, and see if anything
is wrong. And you wouldn't mind if things were
a little crooked just at first, would you? be-
cause, you know, I should be learning all the
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 229
time. Do let me try ! It will be real nice to
have something to think about as I sit up here
alone, so much better than having a stranger in
the house who doesn't know the children or any-
thing. I am sure it will make me happier. Please
say 4 Yes,' Papa, please do ! "
" It's too much for you, a great deal too much,"
replied Dr. Carr. But it was not easy to resist
Katy's " Please ! Please ! " and after a while it
ended with —
" Well, darling, you may try, though I am
doubtful as to the result of the experiment. I
will tell Mrs. Hall to put off writing to Wisconsin
for a month, and we will see.
" Poor child, anything to take her thoughts off
herself ! ' he muttered, as he walked down stairs.
" She'll be glad enough to give the thing up by the
end of a month."
But Papa was mistaken. At the end of a
month Katy was eager to go on. So he said,
" Very well — she might try it till Spring. "
It was not such hard work as it sounds. Katy
had plenty of quiet thinking-time for one thing.
The children were at school all day, and few
230 WHAT KATY DID.
visitors came to interrupt her, so she could plan
out her hours and keep to tb^ plans. That is a
great help to a housekeeper.
Then Aunt Izzie's regular, punctual ways was
so well understood by the servants, that the house
seemed almost to keep itself. As Katy had said,
all Debb}' and Bridget needed was a little " tell-
insr" now and then.
As soon as breakfast was over, and the dishes
were washed and put away, Debby would tie on a
clean apron, and come up stairs for orders. At
first Katy thought this great fun. But after
ordering dinner a good many times, it began to
grow tiresome. She never saw the dishes aftei
they were cooked ; and, being inexperienced, it
seemed impossible to think of things enough to
make a variety.
"Let me see — there is roast beef — leg of
mutton — boiled chicken," she would say, count-
ing on her finsrers, "roast beef — le<? of mutton
— boiled chicken. Debby, you might roast the
chickens. Dear ! — I wish somebody would invent
a new animal ! Where all the things to eat are
gone to, I can't imagine 1 "
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 231
Then Katy would send for every recipe-book in
the house, and pore over them by the hour, till
her appetite was as completely gone as if she had
swallowed twenty dinners. Poor Debby learned
to dread these books. She would stand by the
door with her pleasant red face drawn up into a
pucker, while Katy read aloud some impossible-
sounding rule.
'This looks as if it were delicious, Debby, I
wish you'd try it : Take a gallon of oysters, a
pint of beef stock, sixteen soda crackers, the
juice of two lemons, four cloves, a glass of white
wine, a sprig of marjoram, a sprig of thyme, a
sprig of bay, a sliced shalott — "
"Please, Miss Katy, what's them?"
rfOh, don't you know, Debby? It must be
something quite common, for it's in almost all the
recipes."
"No, Miss Katy, I never heard tell of it be-
fore. Miss Carr never gave me no shell-outs at
all at all ! "
"Dear me, how provoking!" Katy would cry,
flapping over the leaves of her book ; " then wo
must try something else."
232 WHAT KATY DID.
Poor Debby ! If she hadn't loved Katy so
dearly, I think her patience must have given way.
But she bore her trials meekly, except for an oc-
casional grumble when alone with Bridget. Dr.
Can* had to eat a great many queer things in
those days. But he didn't mind, and as for the
children, they enjoyed it. Dinner-time became
quite exciting, when nobody could tell exactly
what any dish on the table Avas made of. Dorry,
who was a sort of Dr. Livingstone where strange
articles of food were concerned, usually made the
first experiment, and if he said that it was good,
the rest followed suit.
After a while Katy grew wiser. She ceased
teasing Debby to try new things, and the Carr
family went back to plain roast and boiled, much
to the advantage of all concerned. But then an-
other series of experiments began. Katy got
hold of a book upon "The Stomach," and was
seized with a rage for wholesome food. She en-
treated Clover and the other children to give up
sugar, and butter, and gravy, and pudding-sauce,
and buckwheat cakes, and pies, and almost every-
thing else that they particularly liked. Boiled
A NEW LESSON TO LEARN. 233
rice seemed to her the most sensible dessert, and
she kept the family on it until finally John and
Dorry started a rebellion, and Dr. Carr was forced
to interfere,
"My dear, you are overdoing it sadly," he said,
as Katy opened her book and prepared to explain
her views; "I am irlad to have the children eat
simple food — but really, boiled rice five times in
a week is too much."
Katy sighed, but submitted. Later, as the
Spring came on, she had a fit of over-anxiousness,
and was always sending Clover down to ask
Debby if her bread was not burning, or if she was
sure that the pickles were not fermenting in their
jars? She also fidgeted the children about
wearing india-rubbers, and keeping on their
coats, and behaved altogether as if the cares of
the world were on her shoulders.
But all these were but the natural mistakes of
a beginner. Katy was too much in earnest not to
improve. Month by month she learned how to
manage a little better, and a little better still.
Matters went on more smoothly. Her cares
ceased to fret her. Dr. Carr watching the in-
234 WHAT KATY DID.
creasing brightness of her face and manner, felt
that the experiment was a success. Nothing more
was said about " somebody else," and Katy, sitting
up stairs in her big chair, held the threads of the
house firmly in her hands.
CHAPTER XII.
TWO YEARS AFTERWARD.
T was a pleasant morning in early June.
A warm wind was rustling the trees,
which were covered thickly with half-
opened leaves, and looked like fountains of green
spray thrown high into the air. Dr. Carr's front
duor stood wide open. Through the parlor win-
dow came the sound of piano practice, and on the
steps, under the budding roses, sat a small figure,
busilv sewing.
This was Clover, little Clover still, though more
than two years had passed since we saw her last,
and she was now over fourteen. Clover was
never intended to be tall. Her eyes were as blue
and sweet as ever, and her apple-blossom cheeks
as pink. But the brown pig-tails were pinned up
into a round knot, and the childish face had gained
almost a womanly look. Old Mary declared that
236 WHAT KATY DID.
Miss Clover was getting quite young-ladyfied, and
"Miss Clover" was quite aware of the fact, and
mightily pleased with it. It delighted her to
turn up her hair ; and she was very particular
about havinsr her dresses made 10 come below the
tops of her boots. She had also left off ruffles,
and wore narrow collars instead, and little cuffs
with sleeve-buttons to fasten them. These sleeve-
buttons, which were a present from Cousin Helen,
Clover liked best of all her things. Papa said that
he was sure she took them to bed with her, but
of course that was only a joke, though she cer-
tainly was never seen without them in the clay-
time. She glanced frequently at these beloved
buttons as she sat sewing, and every now and then
laid down her work to twist them into a better
position, or give them an affectionate pat with her
forefinger.
Pretty soon the side-gate swung open, and
Philly came round the corner of the house. He
had grown into a big boy. All his pretty baby
curls were cut off, and his frocks had given place
to jacket and trousers. In his hand he held
something. What, Clover could not see.
TWO YEARS AFTERWARD. 237
"What's that?" she said, as he reached the
steps.
" Fm going up stairs to ask Katy if these are
ripe," replied Phil, exhibiting some currants
faintly streaked with red.
" Why, of course they're not ripe ! " said Clover,
putting one into her mouth. " Can't you tell by
the taste? They're as green as can be."
"I don't care, if Katy says they're ripe I shall
eat 'em," answered Phil, defiantly, marching into
the house.
"What did Philly want?" asked Elsie, opening
the parlor door as Phil went up stairs.
"Only to know if the currants are ripe enough
to eat."
"How particular he always is about asking
now ! " said Elsie ; " he's afraid of another dose of
salts."
"I should think he would be," replied Clover,
laughing. " Johnnie says she never was so scared
in her life as when Papa called them, and they
looked up, and saw him standing there with the
bottle in one hand and a spoon in the other ! "
" Yes," went on Elsie, " and you know Dorry
238 WHAT KATY DID.
held his in his mouth for ever so long, and then
went round the corner of the house and spat it
out ! Papa said he had a good mind to make him
take another spoonful, but he remembered that
after all Dorry had the bad taste a great deal
longer than the others, so he didn't. I think it
was an awful punishment, don't you ? "
w Yes, but it was a good one, for none of them
have ever touched the green gooseberries since.
Have you got through practising? It doesn't
seem like an hour yet."
"Oh, it isn't — it's only twenty-five minutes.
But Katy told me not to sit more than half an
hour at a time without getting up and running
round to rest. I'm fifoin^ to walk twice down to
the gate, and twice back. I promised her I
would." And Elsie set off, clapping her hands
briskly before and behind her as she walked.
"Why — what is Bridget doing in Papa's room? "
she asked, as she came back the second time.
"She's flapping things out of the window. Are
the girls up there? I thought they were cleaning
the dining-room."
" They're doing both. Katy said it was such a
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good chance, having Papa away, that she would
have both the carpets taken up at once. There
isn't going to be any dinner to-day, only just
bread and butter, and milk, and cold ham, up in
Katy's room, because Debby is helping too, so as
to get through and save Papa all the fuss. And
see," exhibiting her sewing, "Katy's making a
new cover for Papa's pincushion, and I'm hemming
the ruffle to go round it."
"How nicely you hem ! " said Elsie. "I wish I
had something for Papa's room too. There's my
washstand mats — but the one for the soap-dish
isn't finished. Do you suppose, if Katy would ex-
cuse me from the rest of my practising, I could
get it done? I've a great mind to go and ask
her."
w There's her bell ! " said Clover, as a little tinkle
sounded up stairs; "I'll ask her, if you like."
"No, let me go. I'll see what she wants." But
Clover was already half-way across the hall, and
the two girls ran up side by side. There was
often a little strife between them as to which
should answer Katy's bell. Both liked to wait on
her so much.
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Katy came to meet them as they entered. Not
on her feet : that, alas ! was still only a far-off pos-
sibility ; but in a chair with large wheels, with
which she was rolling herself across the room. This
chair was a great comfort to her. Sitting in it,
she could get to her closet and her bureau-drawers,
and help herself to what she wanted without
troubling anybody. It was only lately that she
had been able to use it. Dr. Carr considered her
doing so as a hopeful sign, but he had never told
Katy this. She had grown accustomed to her in-
valid life at last, and was cheerful in it, and he
thought it unwise to make her restless, bv
exciting hopes which might after all end in fresh
disappointment.
She met the girls with a bright smile as they
came in , and said :
"Oh, Clovy, it was you I rang for! I am
troubled for fear Bridget will meddle with the
things on Papa's table. You know he likes them
to be left just so. Will you please go and remind
her that she is not to touch them at all? After
the carpet is put down, I want you to dust the
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table, so as to be sure that every thing is put back
in the same place. AVill you?"
" Of course I will ! " said Clover, who was a
born housewife, and dearly loved to act as Katy'a
prime minister.
" ShaVt I fetch you the pincushion too, while
I'm there?"
"Oh yes, please do ! I want to measure."
" Katy," said Elsie, " those mats of mine are
most done, and I would like to finish them and
put them on Papa's washstand before he comes
back. Mayn't I stop practising now, and bring
my crochet up here instead?"
" Will there be plenty of time to learn the new
exercise before Miss Phillips comes, if you do?"
"I think so, plenty. She doesn't come till
Friday, you know."
" Well, then it seems to me that you might
just as well as not. And Elsie, dear, run into
Papa's room first, and bring me the drawer out of
his table. I want to put that in order myself."
Elsie went cheerfully. She laid the drawer
across Katy's lap, and Katy began to dust and ar-
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242 WHAT KATY DID.
range the contents. Pretty soon Clover joined
them.
"Here's the cushion," she said. "Now we'll
have a nice quiet time all by ourselves, won't we?
I like this sort of clay, when nobody comes in to
interrupt us."
Somebody tapped at the door, as she spoke.
Katy called out, " Come ! " And in marched a
tall, broad-shouldered lad, with a solemn, sensible
face, and a little clock carried carefully in both
his hands. This was Dorry. He has grown and
improved very much since we saw him last, and is
turning out clever in several ways. Among the
rest, he has developed a strong turn for mechan-
ics.
"Here's your clock, Katy," he said. "I've got
it fixed so that it strikes all right. Only you
must be careful not to hit the striker when you
start the pendulum."
" Have you, really ? " said Katy. " Why, Dorry,
you're a genius ! I'm ever so much obliged."
"It's four minutes to eleven now," went on
Dony. " So it'll strike pretty soon. I guess I'd
better stay and hear it, so as to be sure that it
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is right. That is," he added politely, " unless
you're busy, and would rather not."
"I'm never too busy to want you, old fellow,"
said Katy, stroking his arm. " Here, this drawer
is arranged now. Don't vou want to carry it into
Papa's room and put it back into the table? Your
hands are stronger than Elsie's."
Dorry looked gratified. When he came back
the clock was just beginning to strike.
" There ! " he exclaimed ; "that's splendid, isn't
it?"
But alas ! the clock did not stop at eleven. It
went on — Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen,
Sixteen !
" Dear me ! " said Clover, " what does all this
mean? It must be day after to-morrow, at least."
Dorry stared with open mouth at the clock,
which was still striking as though it would split
its sides. Elsie, screaming with laughter, kept
count.
" Thirty, Thirty-one — Oh, Dorry ! Thirty-two !
Thirty-three ! Thirty-four ! "
"You've bewitched it, Dorry!" said Katy, as
much entertained as the rest.
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Then they all began counting. Dony seized
the clock — shook it, slapped it, turned it upside-
down. But still the sharp, vibrating sounds con-
tinued, as if the clo^k, having got its own way for
once, meant to go on till it was tired out. At
last, at the one-hundred-and-thirtieth stroke, it
suddenly ceased ; and Dorry, with a red, amazed
countenance, faced the laughing company.
"It's very queer," he said, "but I'm sure it's not
because of anything I did. I can fix it, though,
if you'll let me try again. May I, Katy? I'll
promise not to hurt it."
For a moment Katy hesitated . Clover pulled her
sleeve, and whispered, " Don't ! " Then seeing the
mortification on Dorry'sface, she made up her mind.
"Yes ! take it, Dorry. I'm sure you'll be care-
ful. But if I were you, I'd carry it down to TVeth-
erell's first of all, and talk it over with them.
Together you could hit on just the right thing.
Don't you think so?"
"Perhaps," said Dorry; "yes, I think I will."
Then he departed with the clock under his arm,
while Clover called after him teasingly, " Lunch
at 132 o'clock ; don't forget ! "
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"No, I won't ! " said Dorry. Two 3Tears before
he would not have borne to be laughed at so good-
naturedly.
"How could you let him take your clock
again?" said Clover, as soon as the door was shut
" He'll spoil it. And you think so much of it."
"I thought he would feel mortified if I didn't
let him try," replied Katy, quietly, "I don't be-
lieve he'll hurt it. WetherelFs man likes Dorry,
and he'll show him what to do."
rYou were real good to do it," responded
Clover ; " but if it had been mine I don't think I
could."
Just then the door flew open, and Johnnie
rushed in, two years taller, but otherwise looking
exactly as she used to do.
" Oh, Katy ! " she gasped, "won't you please tell
Philly not to wash the chickens in the rain-water
tub? lie's put in every one of Speckle's, and is
inst be^innins: on Dame Durden's. I'm afraid
one little yellow one is dead already — "
" AVhy, ho mustn't — of course he mustn't ! " said
Katy ; " what made him think of such a thing? "
246 WHAT KATY DID.
" He says they're dirty, because they've just come
out of egg-shells ! And he insists that the yellow
on thera is yolk-of-egg. I told him it wasn't, but
he wouldn't listen to me." And Johnnie wrung
her hands.
* Clover ! " cried Katy, " won't you run down
and ask Philly to come up to me? Speak pleas-
antly, you know ! "
" I spoke pleasantly — real pleasantly, but it
wasn't any use," said Johnnie, on whom the wrongs
of the chicks had evidently made a deep impres-
sion.
" What a mischief Phil is getting to be ! " said
Elsie. "Papa says his name ought to be Pickle."
"Pickles turn out very nice sometimes, you
know," replied Katy, laughing.
Pretty soon Philly came up, escorted by Clover.
He looked a little defiant, but Katy understood
how to manage him. She lifted him into her lap,
which, big boy as he was, he liked extremely;
and talked to him so affectionately about the poor
little shivering chicks, that his heart was quite
melted.
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"I didn't mean to hurt 'em, really and truly,"
he said, "but they were all dirty and yellow —
with egg, you know, and I thought you'd like me
to clean 'em up."
But that wasn't egg, Philly — it was dear little
clean feathers, like a canary-bird's wings."
M Was it ? "
"Yes. And now the chickies are as cold and
forlorn as you would feel if you tumbled into
a pond and nobody gave you any dry clothes.
Don't you think you ought to go and warm
them ? "
" How ? "
"Well — in your hands, very gently. And
then I would let them run round in the sun."
f I will ! " said Philly, getting down from her
lop. " Only kiss me first, because I didn't mean
to, you know ! " — Philly was very fond of Katy.
Miss Petingill said it was wonderful to see how
that child let himself be managed. But I think
the secret was that Katy didn't "manage," but
tried to be always kind and loving, and consider-
ate of Phil's feelings.
Before the echo of Phil's boots had fairly died
248 WHAT KATT DID.
away on the stairs, old Mary put her head into
the door. There was a distressed expression on
her face.
T Miss Katy," she said, "I wish you'd speak to
Alexander about putting the wood-shed in order.
I don't think you know how bad it looks."
" I don't suppose I do," said Katy, smiling, and
then sischinsr. She had never seen the wood-shed
since the day of her fall from the swing. " Never
mind, Mary, I'll talk to Alexander about it, and
he shall make it all nice."
Mary trotted down stairs satisfied. But in the
course of a few miuutes she was up again.
" There's a man come with a box of soap, Miss
Katy, and here's the bill. He says its resated."
It took Katy a little time to find her purse, and
then she wanted her pencil and account-book, and
Elsie had to move from her seat at the table.
"Oh dear!" she said, "I wish people wouldn't
keep coming and interrupting us. Who'll be the
next, I wonder? "
She was not left to wonder long. Almost as
she spoke , there was another knock at the door.
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" Come in ! " said Katy, rather wearily. The
door opened.
"Shall I?" said a voice. There was a rustle of
skirts, a clatter of boot-heels, and Imogen Clark
swept into the room. Katy could not think who
it was, at first. She had not seen Imogen for
almost two years.
"J found the front door open," explained Imo-
gen, in her high-pitched voice, " and as nobody
seemed to hear when I rang the bell, I ventured
to come right up stairs. I hope I'm not inter-
rupting anything private?"
"Not at all," said Katy, politely. "Elsie,
dear, move up that low chair, please. Do sit
down, Imogen ! I'm sorry nobody answered your
ring, but the servants are cleaning house to-day,
and I suppose they didn't hear."
So Imogen sat down and be°ran to rattle on in
her usual manner, while Elsie, from behind Katy's
chair, took a wide-awake survey of her dress. It
was of cheap material, but very gorgeously 'made
and trimmed, with flounces and puffs, and Imogen
wore a jet necklace and long black car-rings,
which jingled and clicked when she waved her
250 WHAT KATY DID.
head about. She still had the little round curls
stuck on to her cheeks, and Elsie wondered anew
what kept them in their places.
By and by the object of Imogen's visit came
out. She had called to say good-by. The Clark
family were all going back to Jacksonville to live.
"Did you ever see the Brigand again ?" asked
Clover, who had never forgotten that eventful
tale told in the parlor.
' Yes," replied Imogen, "several times. And
I get letters from him quite often. He writes
beautiful letters. I wish I had one with me, so
that I could read you a little bit. You would en-
joy it, I know. Let me see — perhaps I have."
And she put her hand into her pocket. Sure
enough there ivas a letter. Clover couldn't help
suspecting that Imogen knew it all the time.
The Brigand seemed to write a bold, black
hand, and his note-paper and envelope was just
like anybody's else. But perhaps his band had
surprised a pedlar with a box of stationery.
" Let me see," said Imogen, running her eye
clown the page. "? Adored Imogen' — that
wouldn't interest you — hm, hm, hm — ah, here's
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something! fI took dinner at the Rock House
on Christmas. It was lonesome without you. I
had roast turkey, roast goose, roast beef, mince
pie, plum pudding, and nuts and raisins. A
pretty good dinner, was it not? But nothing
tastes first-rate when friends are away.' "
Katy and Clover stared, as well they might.
Such language from a Brigand I
"John Billings has bought a new horse," con-
tinned Imogen; "hm, hm, hm — him. I don't
think there is anything else you'd care about. Oh
yes ! just here, at the end, is some poetry :
" ' Come, little dove, with azure wing,
And brood upon my breast.'
"That's sweet, ain't it?"
" Hasn't he reformed ? " said Clover ; " he writes
as if he had."
"Reformed !" cried Imogen, with a toss of the
jingling ear-rings. " He was always just as good
as he could be ! "
There was nothing to be said in reply to this.
Katy felt her lips twitch, and for fear she should
be rude, and laugh out, she began to talk as fast as
she could about something else. All the time she
252 WHAT KATY DID.
found herself taking measure of Imogen, and
thinking — "Did I ever really like her? How
queer ! Oh, what a wise man Papa is ! "
Imogen stayed half an hour. Then she took
her leave.
"She never asked how you were ! " cried Elsie,
indignantly; "I noticed, and she didn't — not
once."
" Oh well — I suppose she forgot. We were
talking about her, not about me," replied Katy.
Th^ little group settled down again to their
work. This time half an hour went by without
any more interruptions. Then the door-bell rang,
and Bridget, with a disturbed face, came up stairs.
" Miss Katy," she said, " it's old Mrs. Worrett,
and I reckon she's come to spend the day, for
she's brought her bag. What ever shall I tell
her?"
Katy looked dismayed. "Oh dear!" she said,
"how unlucky. What can we do?"
Mrs. Worrett was an old friend of Aunt Izzie's,
who lived in the country, about six miles from
Burnet, and was in the habit of coming to Dr.
Carr's for lunch, on days when shopping or other
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business brought her into town. This did not
occur often ; and, as it happened, Katy had never
had to entertain her before.
" Tell her ye're busy, and can't see her," sug-
gested Bridget ; " there's no dinner nor nothing,
you know."
The Katy of two years ago would probably have
jumped at this idea. But the Katy of to-day was
more considerate.
ffN-o," she said; "I don't like to do that.
We must just make the best of it, Bridget. Run
down, Clover, dear, that's a good girl ! and tell
Mrs. Worrett that the dining-room is all in con-
fusion, but that we're going to have lunch here,
and, after she's rested, I should be glad to have her
come up. And, oh, Clovy ! give her a fan the first
thing. She'll be so hot. Bridget, you can bring
up the luncheon just the same, only take out some
canned peaches, by way of a dessert, and make
Mrs. "Worrett a cup of tea. She drinks tea al-
ways, I believe.
" I can't bear to send the poor old lady away
when she has come so far," she explained to Elsie,
after the others were gone. "Pull the rocking-
254 WHAT KATY DID.
chair a little this way, Elsie. And oh ! push all
those little chairs back against the wall. Mrs.
Worrett broke down in one the last time she was
here — don't you recollect? "
It took some time to cool Mrs. Worrett off,
so nearly twenty minutes passed before a heavy,
creaking step on the stairs announced that the
guest was on her way up. Elsie began to giggle.
Mrs. Worrett always made her giggle. Katy had
just time to give her a warning glance before the
door opened.
Mrs. Worrett was the most enormously fat
person ever seen. Nobody dared to guess how
much she weighed, but she looked as if it mi^ht
be a thousand pounds. Her face was extremely
red. In the coldest weather she appeared hot,
and on a mild day she seemed absolutely ready
to melt. Her bonnet-strings were flying loose as
she came in, and she fanned herself all the way
across the room, which shook as she walked.
"Well, my dear," she said, as she plumped her-
self into the rocking-chair, " and how do you do ? "
"Very well, thank you," replied Katy, think-
ing that she never saw Mrs. Worrett look half so
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fat before, and wondering how she was to enter-
tain her.
"And how's your Pa?" inquired Mrs. Worrett.
Katy answered politely, and then asked after Mrs.
Worrett's own health.
"Well, I'm so's to be round," was the reply,
which had the effect of sending Elsie off into a
fit of convulsive laughter behind Katv's chair.
"I had business at the bank," continued the
visitor, " and I thought while I was about it I'd
step up to Miss PetingilPs and see if I couldn't
get her to come and let out my black silk. It
was made quite a piece back, and I seem to have
fleshed up since then, for I can't make the hooks*
and eyes meet at all. But when I got there, she
was out, so I'd my walk for nothing. Do you
know where's she's sewing now? "
"No," said Katy, feeling her chair shake, and
keeping her own countenance with difficulty, " she
was here for three days last week to make John-
nie a school-dress. But I haven't heard anything
about her since. Elsie, don't you want to run
down stairs and ask Bridget to bring a — a — a
256 WHAT KATY DID.
glass of iced water for Mrs. "Worrett? She looks
warm after her walk."
Elsie, dreadfully ashamed, made a bolt from
the room, and hid herself in the hall closet to
have her lau^h out. She came back after a
while, with a perfectly straight face. Luncheon
was brought up. Mrs. Worrett made a good
meal, and seemed to enjoy everything. She was
so comfortable that she never stirred till four
o'clock ! Oh, how Ions: that afternoon did seem
to the poor girls, sitting there and trying to
think of something to say to their vast visitor !
At last Mrs. Worrett got out of her chair, and
prepared to depart.
" Well," she said, tying her bonnet-strings,
"I've had a good rest, and feel all the better for
it. Ain't some of you young folks coming out to
see me one of these days? I'd like to have you,
first-rate, if you will. 'Tain't every girl would
know how to take care of a fat old woman, and
make her feel to home, as you have me, Katy. J
wish your aunt could see you all as you are now.
She'd be right pleased ; I know that."
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Somehow, this sentence rang pleasantly in Ka-
ty's ears.
" Ah ! don't laugh at her," she said later in the
evening, when the children, after their tea in the
clean, fresh-smelling dining-room, were come up to
sit with her, and Cecy, in her pretty pink lawn and
white shawl, had dropped in to spend an hour or
two ; " she's a real kind old woman, and I don't
like to have you. It isn't her fault that she's fat.
And Aunt Izzie was fond of her, you know. It
is doing something for her when we can show a
little attention to one of her friends. I was sorry
when she came, but now it's over, I'm glad."
" It feels so nice when it stops aching," quoted
Elsie, mischievously, while Cecy whispered to
Clover.
" Isn't Katy sweet ? "
" Isn't she ! " replied Clover. " I wish I was half
so good. Sometimes I think I shall really be
sorry if she ever gets well. She's such a dear old
darling to us all, sitting there in her chair, that it
wouldn't seem so nice to have her anywhere else.
But then, I know it's horrid in me. And I don't
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258 WHAT KATY DTD.
believe she'd be different, or grow slam-bang and
horrid, like some of the girls, even if she were
well.',
" Of course she wouldn't ! " replied Cecy.
CHAPTER XIII.
AT LAST.
T was about six weeks after this, that
one day, Clover and Elsie were busy
down stairs, they were startled by
the sound of Katy's bell ringing in a sudden
and agitated manner. Both ran up two steps
at a time, to see what was wanted.
Katy sat in her chair, looking very much
flushed and excited.
"Oh, girls!" she exclaimed, "what do you
think? I stood up ! "
" What? " cried Clover and Elsie.
"I really did! I stood up on my feet! by
myself!"
The others were too much astonished to speak,
so Katy went on explaining.
"It was all at once, you see. Suddenly, I had
the feeling that if I tried I could, and almost
before I thought, I did try, and there I was, up
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260 WHAT KATY DID.
and out of the chair. Only I kept hold of the
arm all the time ! I don't know how I got back,
I was so frightened. Oh, girls!" — and Katy
buried her face in her hands.
:?Do you think I shall ever be able to do it
again?" she asked, looking up with wet eyes.
" Why, of course you will ! " said Clover ; while
Elsie danced about, crying out anxiously: "Be
careful ! Do be careful ! "
Katy tried, but the spring was gone. She
could not move out of the chair at all. She be-
gan to wonder if she had dreamed the whole
thin^.
But next day, when Clover happened to be
in the room, she heard a sudden exclamation, and
turning, there stood Katy, absolutely on her feet.
"Papa ! papa ! shrieked Clover, rushing down
stairs. "Dorry, John, Elsie — come ! Come and
see ! "
Papa was out, but all the rest crowded up at
once. This time Katy found no trouble in " doing
it a^ain." It seemed as if her will had been
asleep; and now that it had waked up, the limbs
recognized its orders and obeyed them.
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When Papa came in, he was as much txcited
as any of the children. He walked round and
round the chair, questioning Katy and making her
stand up and sit down.
"Am I really going to get well? " she asked,
almost in a whisper.
" Yes, my love, I think you are," replied Dr.
Carr, seizing Phil and giving him a toss into the
air. None of the children had ever before seen
Papa behave so like a boy. But pretty soon,
noticing Katy's burning cheeks and excited eyes,
he calmed himself, sent the others all away, and
sat down to soothe and quiet her with gentle
words.
"I think it is coming, my darling," he said,
"but it will take time, and you must have a great
deal of patience. After being such a good child
all these years, I am sure you won't fail now.
Remember, any imprudence will put you back.
You must be content to gain a very little at a
time. There is no royal road to walking any
more than there is to learning. Every baby finds
that out."
262 WHAT KATY DID.
"Oh, Papa!" said Kat}r, " it's no matter if it
takes a year — if only I get well at last."
How happy she was that night — too happy to
sleep. Papa noticed the dark circles under her
eyes in the morning, and shook his head.
'You must be careful," he told her, "or you'll
be laid up again. A course of fever would put you
back for years."
Katy knew Papa was right, and she was care-
ful, though it was by no means easy to be so with
that new life tingling in every limb. Her progress
was slow, as Dr. Carr had predicted. At first
she only stood on her feet a few seconds, then
a minute, then five minutes, holding tightly all
the while by the chair. Next she ventured to let
go the chair, and stand alone. After that she
began to walk a step at a time, pushing a chair
before her, as children do when they are learning
the use of their feet. Clover and Elsie hovered
about her as she moved, like anxious mammas. It
was droll, and a little pitiful, to see tall Katy with
her feeble, unsteady progress, and the active fig-
ures of the little sisters following her protectingly.
But Katy did not consider it either droll or pitiful ,
AT LAST. 263
to her it was simply delightful — the most delight-
ful thing possible. No baby of a year old was ever
prouder of his first steps than she.
Gradually she grew adventurous, and ventured
on a bolder flight. Clover, running up stairs one
day to her own room, stood transfixed at the sight
of Katy sitting there, flushed, panting, but en-
joying the surprise she caused.
fYou see," she explained, in an apologizing
tone, " I was seized with a desire to explore. It
is such a time since I saw any room but my own !
But oh dear, how Ions: that hall is ! I had forgot-
ten it could be so long. I shall have to take a
good rest before I go back."
Katy did take a good rest, but she was very
tired next day. The experiment, however, did
no harm. In the course of two or three weeks,
she was able to walk all over the second story.
This was a great enjoyment. It was like read-
ing an interesting book to see all the new things,
and the little changes. She was forever wonder-
ing over something.
w Why Dorry," she would say, " what a pretty
book-shelf! When did you get it?"
2G4 WHAT KATY DID.
"That old thing! Why, I've had it two years.
Didn't I ever tell you about it?"
"Perhaps you did," Katy would reply, " but you
see I never saw it before, so it made no impres-
sion.
By the end of August she was grown so strong,
that she begau to talk about going down stairs.
But Papa said, " Wait."
"It will tire you much more than walking
about on a level," he explained, "you had better
put it off a little while — till you are quite sure of
vour feet."
' think so too," said Clover; "and beside, I
want to have the house all put in order and made
nice, before your sharp eyes see it, Mrs. House-
keeper. Oh, I'll tell you ! Such a beautiful idea
has come into my head ! You shall fix a day to
come down, Katy, and we'll be all ready for you,
and have a " celebration " among ourselves. That
would be just lovely ! How soon may she, Papa? "
"Well — in ten days, I should say, it might
be safe."
" Ten days ! that will bring it to the seventh
of September, won't it? " said Katy. " Then Papa,
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if I may, I'll come down for the first time on the
eighth. It was Mamma's birthday, you know,"
she added in a lower voice.
So it was settled. " How delicious ! " cried
Clover, skipping about and clapping her hands ;
tf I never, never, never did hear of anything so
perfectly lovely. Papa, when are you coming
down stairs? I want to speak to you dreadfully."
"Right away — rather than have "my coat-tails
pulled off," answered Dr. Carr, laughing, and they
went away together. Katy sat looking out of the
window in a peaceful, happy mood.
w Oh ! " she thought, " can it really be ? Is
School going to ' let out/ just as Cousin Helen's
hymn said ? Am I going to
' Bid a sweet good-bye to Pain ? '
»
But there was Love in the Pain. I see it now.
How good the dear Teacher has been to me ! "
Clover seemed to be very busy ail the rest of
/.hat week. She was tf having windows washed,"
she said, but this explanation hardly accounted for
her long absences, and the mysterious exultation
on her face, not to mention certain sounds of ham-
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merino: and sawing which came from down stairs.
The other children had evidently been warned to
say nothing ; for once or twice Philly broke out
with, "Oh, Katy ! " and then hushed himself up,
saying, " I most forgot ! " Katy grew very curi-
ous. But she saw that the secret, whatever ii
was, gave immense satisfaction to everybody ex-
cept herself; so, though she longed to know, she
concluded not to spoil the fun by asking any ques-
tions.
At last it wanted but one day of the important
occasion.
" See," said Katy, as Clover came into the
room a little before tea-time. "Miss Petingill
has brought home my new dress. I'm going to
wear it for the first time to go down stairs in."
" How pretty ! " said Clover, examining the
dress, which was a soft, dove-colored cashmere,
trimmed with ribbon of the same shade. "But,
Katy, I came up to shut your door. Bridget's
going to sweep the hall, and I don't want the dust
to fly in, because your room was brushed this
morning, you know."
" What a queer time to sweep a hall ! " said
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Katy, wonderingly. " Why don't you make her
wait till morning?"
" Oh, she can't ! There are — she has — I mean
there will be other things for her to do to-morrow.
It's a great deal more convenient that she should
do it now. Don't worry, Katy, darling, but
just keep your door shut. You will, won't you?
Promise me ! "
" Very well," said Katy, more and more amazed,
but yielding to Clover's eagerness, " I'll keep it
shut." Her curiosity was excited. She took a
book and tried to read, but the letters danced up
and down before her eyes, and she couldn't help
listening. Bridget was ma king a most ostenta-
tious noise with her broom, but through it all,
Katy seemed to hear other sounds — feet on the
stairs, doors opening and shutting — once, a sti-
fled giggle. How queer it all was !
"Never mind," she said, resolutely stopping
her ears, "I shall know all about it to-morrow."
To-morrow dawned fresh and fair — the very
ideal of a September day.
" Katy ! " said Clover, as she came in from
the garden with her hands full of flowers, " that
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dress of yours is sweet. You never looked so
nice before in your life ! " And she stuck a beau-
tiful carnation pink under Katy's breast-pin, and
fastened another in her hair.
"There!" she said, "now you're adorned.
Papa is coming up in a few minutes to take you
down."
Just then Elsie and Johnnie came in. They
had on their best frocks. So had Clover. It was
evidently a festival-day to all the house. Cecy
followed, invited over for the special purpose of
seeing Katy walk down stairs. She, too, had on
a new frock.
" How fine we are ! " said Clover, as she remarked
this magnificence. " Turn round, Cecy — a panier,
I do declare — and a sash ! You are getting
awfully grown up, Miss Hall."
" None of us will ever be so r grown up ' as
Katy," said Cecy, laughing.
And now Papa appeared. Very slowly they all
went down stairs, Katy leaning on Papa, with
Dorry on her other side, and the girls behind,
while Philly clattered ahead. And there were
Debby and Bridget and Alexander, peeping out
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of the kitchen door to watch her, and dear old
Mary with her apron at her eyes, crying for joy.
" Oh, the front door is open ! " said Katy, in a
delighted tone. " How nice ! And what a pretty
oil-cloth. That's new since I was here."
"Don't stop to look at that/" cried Philly,
who seemed in a great hurry about something.
" It isn't new. It's been there ever and ever so
long I Come into the parlor instead."
"Yes!" said Papa, "dinner isn't quite ready
yet, you'll have time to rest a little after your
walk down stairs. You have borne it admirably,
Katy. Are you very tired ? "
" Not a bit ! " replied Katy, cheerfully. "I could
do it alone, I think. Oh I the bookcase door has
been mended ! How nice it looks."
"Don't wait, oh, don't wait!" repeated Phil,
in an agony of impatience.
So they moved on. Papa opened the parlor
door. Katy took one step into the room — then
stopped. The color flashed over her face, and
she held by the door-knob to support herself.
What was it that she saw ?
Not merely the room itself, with its fresh mus-
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lin curtains and vases of flowers. Nor even the
wide, beautiful window which had been cut to-
ward the sun, or the inviting little couch and table
which stood there, evidently for her. No, then
was something else ! The sofa was pulled out
and there upon it, supported by pillows, hei
bright eyes turned to the door, lay — Cousin
Helen ! When she saw Katy, she held out her
arms.
Clover and Cecy agreed afterward that they
never were so frightened in their lives as at this
moment ; for Katy, forgetting her weakness, let
go of Papa's arm, and absolutely ran toward the
sofa. "Oh, Cousin Helen! dear, dear Cousin
Helen I " she cried. Then she tumbled down by
the sofa somehow, the two pairs of arms and the
two faces met, and for a moment or two not a
word more was heard from anybody.
M Isn't it a nice 'prise ? " shouted Philly , turning
a somerset by way of relieving his feelings,
while John and Dorry executed a sort of war-
dance round the sofa.
Phil's voice seemed to break the spell of silence,
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and a perfect hubbub of questions and exclama-
tions began.
It appeared that this happy thought of getting
Cousin Helen to the " Celebration," was Clover's.
She it was who had proposed it to Papa, and
made all the arrangements. And, artful puss!
she had set Bridget to sweep the hall, on purpose
that Katy might not hear the noise of the arrival.
" Cousin Helen's going to stay three weeks this
time — isn't that nice?" asked Elsie, while Clover
anxiously questioned : M Are you sure that you
didn't suspect? Not one bit? Not the least tiny,
weeny mite? "
"No, indeed — not the least. How could I
suspect anything so perfectly delightful ? " And
Katy gave Cousin Helen another rapturous kiss.
Such a short day as that seemed ! There was
so much to see, to ask about, to talk over, that
the hours flew, and evening dropped upon them
all like another great surprise.
Cousin Helen was perhaps the happiest of the
party. Beside the pleasure of knowing Katy to
be almost well again, she had the additional en-
joj'ment of seeing for herself how many changes
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for the better had taken place, during the foui
years, among the little cousins she loved so
much.
It was very interesting to watch them all. Elsie
and Dorry seemed to her the most improved of the
family. Elsie had quite lost her plaintive look
and little injured tone, and was as bright and
beaming a maiden of twelve as any one could wish
to see. Dorry's moody face had grown open
and sensible, and his manners were good-humored
and obliging. He was still a sober boy, and not
specially quick in catching an idea, but he prom-
ised to turn out a valuable man. And to him, as
to all the other children, Katy was evidently the
centre and the sun. They all revolved about her,
and trusted her for everything. Cousin Helen
looked on as Phil came in crying, after a hard
tumble, and was consoled ; as Johnnie whispered
an important secret, and Elsie begged for help in
her work. She saw Katy meet them all pleas-
antly and sweetly, without a bit of the dictatorial
elder-sister in her manner, and with none of her
old, impetuous tone. And best of all, she saw the
change in Katy's own face : the gentle expression
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of her eyes, the womanly look, the pleasant voice,
the politeness, the tact in advising the others,
without seeminsr to advise.
"Dear Katy," she said a day or two after hei
arrival, " this visit is a great pleasure to me —
you can't think how great. It is such a contrast
to the last I made, when you were so sick, and
everybody so sad. Do you remember?"
"Indeed I do ! And how good you were, and
how you helped me ! I shall never forget that."
"I'm glad ! But what I could do was very little.
You have been learning by yourself all this time.
And Katy, darling, I want to tell you how pleased
I am to see how bravely you have worked your
way up. I can perceive it in everything — in
Papa, in the children, in yourself. You have
won the place, which, you recollect, I once told
you an invalid should try to gain, of being to
everybody "The Heart of the House."
" Oh, Cousin Helen, don't I " said Katy, her eyes
filling with sudden tears. "I haven't been brave.
You can't think how badly I sometimes have be-
haved— how cross and ungrateful I am, and how
stupid and slow. Every day I see things which
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mustn't. I don't deserve it."
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