I didn't mean it. I'm going to be real good this term; I promised
mother. Please forget it, and don't take a dislike to me, and never
come again," she added, coaxingly, as Katy and Clover rose to go.

"Indeed we won't," replied Katy. As for sensible Clover, she was
already desperately in love with Rose, on that very first day!

After a couple of hours of hard work, No. 6 was in order, and looked
like a different place. Fringed towels were laid over the wash-stand
and the table. Dr. Carr's photograph and some pretty chromos
ornamented the walls; the rocking-chair and the study-chair stood by
the window; the trunks were hidden by chintz covers, made for the
purpose by old Mary. On the window-sill stood Cousin Helen's vase,
which Katy had brought carefully packed among her clothes.

"Now," she said, tying the blinds together with a knot of ribbon in
imitation of Rose Red's, "when we get a bunch of wild flowers for my
vase, we shall be all right."

A tap at the door. Rose entered.

"Are you done?" she asked; "may I come in and see?"

"Oh, this is pretty!" she exclaimed, looking about: "how you can tell
in one minute what sort of a girl one is, just by looking at her room!
I should know you had been neat and dainty and housekeepery all your
days. And you would see in a minute that I'm a Madge Wildfire, and
that Ellen Gray is a saint, and Sally Satterlee a scatterbrain, and
Lilly Page an affected little hum-- oh, I forgot, she is your cousin,
isn't she? How dreadfully rude of me!" dimpling at Clover, who