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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 pleasantly 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 of her eyes, the womanly look, the pleasant voice, the politeness, the tact in advising the others, without seeming to advise.
“Dear Katy,” she said, a day or two after her 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!” said Katy, her eyes filling with sudden tears. “I haven’t been brave. You can’t think how badly I sometimes have behaved – how cross and ungrateful I am, and how stupid and slow. Every day I see things which ought to be done, and I don’t do them. It’s too delightful to have you praise me – but you mustn’t. I don’t deserve it.”
But although she said she didn’t deserve it, I think that Katy did!
What Katy Did at School
Chapter II. A New Year and a New Plan
Chapter IX. The Autumn Vacation
Chapter X. A Budget of Letters
Chapter XII. Waiting for Spring
Chapter XIII. Paradise Regained
Chapter I.
Conic Section
It was just after that happy visit of which I told at the end of “What
Katy Did,” that Elsie and John made their famous excursion to Conic
Section; an excursion which neither of them ever forgot, and about
which the family teased them for a long time afterward.
The summer had been cool; but, as often happens after cool summers, the autumn proved unusually hot. It seemed as if the months had been playing a game, and had “changed places” all round; and as if September were determined to show that he knew how to make himself just as disagreeable as August, if only he chose to do so. All the last half of Cousin Helen’s stay, the weather was excessively sultry. She felt it very much, though the children did all they could to make her comfortable, with shaded rooms, and iced water, and fans. Every evening the boys would wheel her sofa out on the porch, in hopes of coolness; but it was of no use: the evenings were as warm as the days, and the yellow dust hanging in the air made the sunshine look thick and hot. A few bright leaves appeared on the trees, but they were wrinkled, and of an ugly color. Clover said she thought they had been boiled red like lobsters. Altogether, the month was a trying one, and the coming of October made little difference: still the dust continued, and the heat; and the wind, when it blew, had no refreshment in it, but seemed to have passed over some great furnace which had burned out of it all life and flavor.
In spite of this, however it was wonderful to see how Katy gained and improved. Every day added to her powers. First she came down to dinner, then to breakfast. She sat on the porch in the afternoons; she poured the tea. It was like a miracle to the others, in the beginning, to watch her going about the house; but they got used to it surprisingly soon,—one does to pleasant things. One person, however, never got used to it, never took it as a matter of course; and that was Katy herself. She could not run downstairs, or out into the garden; she could not open the kitchen door to give an order, without a sense of gladness and exultation which was beyond words. The wider and more active life stimulated her in every way. Her cheeks grew round and pink, her eyes bright. Cousin Helen and papa watched this change with indescribable pleasure; and Mrs. Worrett, who dropped in to lunch one day, fairly screamed with surprise at the sight of it.
“To think of it!” she cried, “why, the last time I was here you looked as if you had took root in that chair of yours for the rest of your days, and here you are stepping around as lively as I be. Well, well! wonders will never cease. It does my eyes good to see you, Katherine. I wish your poor aunt were here to-day; that I do. How pleased she’d be?”
It is doubtful whether Aunt Izzie would have been so pleased, for the lived-in look of the best parlor would have horrified her extremely; but Katy did not recollect that just then. She was touched at the genuine kindness of Mrs. Worrett’s voice, and took very willingly her offered kiss. Clover brought lemonade and grapes, and they all devoted themselves to making the poor lady comfortable. Just before she went away she said,
“How is it that I can’t never get any of you to come out to the Conic Section? I’m sure I’ve asked you often enough. There’s Elsie, now, and John, they’re just the age to enjoy being in the country. Why won’t you send ‘em out for a week? Johnnie can feed chickens, and chase ‘em, too, if she likes,” she added, as Johnnie dashed just then into view, pursuing one of Phil’s bantams round the house. “Tell her so, won’t you, Katherine? There is lots of chickens on the farm. She can chase ‘em from morning to night, if she’s a mind to.”
Katy thanked her, but she didn’t think the children would care to go. She gave Johnnie the message, and then the whole matter passed out of her mind. The family were in low spirits that morning because of Cousin Helen’s having just gone away; and Elsie was lying on the sofa fanning herself with a great palm-leaf fan.
“Oh, dear!” she sighed. “Do you suppose it’s every going to be cool again? It does seem as if I couldn’t bear it any longer.”
“Aren’t you well, darling?” inquired Katy, anxiously.
“Oh, yes! well