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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 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 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 began to wonder if she had dreamed the whole thing.
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 again.” It seemed as if her will had been asleep; and now that it had waked up, the limbs recognized its orders and obeyed them.
When Papa came in, he was as much excited 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,” said 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’m 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.”
“Oh, Papa!” said Katy, “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 careful, 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 figures of the little sisters following her protectingly. But Katy did not consider it either droll or pitiful, to her it was simply delightful – the most delightful 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 enjoying the surprise she caused.
“You 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 long that hall is! I had forgotten 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 reading an interesting book to see all the new things, and the little changes. She was forever wondering over something.
“Why, Dorry,” she would say, “what a pretty book-shelf! When did you get it?”
“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 impression.”
By the end of August, she was grown so strong, that she began 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 your feet.”
“I 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. Housekeeper. 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