KATY CARR - Complete Illustrated Series: What Katy Did, What Katy Did at School, What Katy Did Next, Clover, In the High Valley & Curly Locks. Susan Coolidge

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      Chapter IX.

       Dismal Days

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      If anybody had told Katy, that first afternoon, 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 herself she was glad to sink back again on the soft pillows and mattress, which felt so comfortable to her poor bones.

      Then there came a time when Katy didn’t even 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 thing 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 sleep quieter. Then, the pain became easier still, Katy woke up as it were – began to take notice of what was going on about her; to put questions.

      “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 middle of it is a sort of rope of nerves called the spinal cord. Nerves, you know, are the things we feel 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 membrane inside, and the nerve inflamed, and gave you a fever in the back. Do you see?”

      “A little,” said Katy, not quite understanding, but too tired to question farther. After she had rested a while, she said: “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. Another 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.

      “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. 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 injury 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 swing for a few minutes should do so much harm? Such a little thing as that!”

      “Yes, such a little thing!” repeated Dr. Carr, sadly. “And it was only a little thing, too, forgetting Aunt Izzie’s order about the swing. Just for the want of the small ‘horse-shoe nail’ of Obedience, Katy.”

      Years afterwards, Katy told somebody that the six longest weeks of her life were those which followed 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 СКАЧАТЬ