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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      “Katy!” said Clover, coming in one day in November, “do you know where the camphor is? Aunt Izzie has got such a headache.”

      “No,” replied Katy, “I don’t. Or – wait – Clover, it seems to me that Debby came for it the other day. Perhaps if you look in her room you’ll find it.”

      “How very queer!” she soliloquized, when Clover 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 evening. 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 be done,” she remarked to Clover, rather petulantly.

      It seemed stranger yet, when the next day, and the next, and the next after that passed, and still no Aunt Izzie came near her. Blessings brighten as they take their flight. Katy began to appreciate for the first time how much she had learned to rely on her aunt. She missed her dreadfully.

      “When is Aunt Izzie going to get well?” she asked her father; “I want her so much.”

      “We all want her,” said Dr. Carr, who looked disturbed and anxious.

      “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 absorbed in Aunt Izzie.

      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!” sighed Elsie. “How I wish Aunt Izzie would hurry and get well.”

      “We’ll be real good 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 sudden and violent shock to her, when, one morning on waking up, she found old Mary crying quietly 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.

      “Did Papa eat any dinner?” asked Katy, one afternoon.

      “Not much. He said he wasn’t hungry. And Mrs. Jackson’s boy came for him before we were through.”

      “Oh, dear!” sighed Katy, “I do hope he 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 my French lesson this morning. And after school, Elsie and John brought in their patchwork and we had a ‘Bee.’ That’s all.”

      “I’ve been thinking how we are to manage about the housekeeping,” said Dr. Carr. “Of course we shall have to get somebody to come and 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?”

      “Oh, Papa!” cried Katy, in dismay, “must we have anybody?”

      “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 thing when she awoke in the morning.

      “Papa,” she said, the next time she got him to herself, “I’ve been thinking over what you were saying last night, about getting somebody to keep the house, you know. And I wish you wouldn’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 I 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 СКАЧАТЬ