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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 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.
The 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 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,” suggested 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.
“N-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 confusion, 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 dessert, and make Mrs. Worrett a cup of tea. She drinks tea always, 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-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 might 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 herself into the rocking-chair, “and how do you do?”
“Very well, thank you,” replied Katy, thinking that she never saw Mrs. Worrett look half so fat before, and wondering how she was to entertain 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 into a fit of convulsive laughter behind Katy’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 Petingill’s 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 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 Johnnie 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 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 laugh 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 long 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. I wish your aunt could see you all as you are now. She’d be right pleased; I know that.”
Somehow, this sentence rang pleasantly in Katy’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 laugh at her. 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 as 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 of me. And I don’t 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
It 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