as if they had lived at Hillsover for years. This was partly because
there was so much to do. Nothing makes time fly like having every
moment filled, and every hour set apart for a distinct employment.

They made several friends, chief among whom were Ellen Gray and Louisa
Agnew. This last intimacy Lilly resented highly, and seemed to consider
as an affront to herself. With no one, however, was Katy so intimate
as Clover was with Rose Red. This cost Katy some jealous pangs at
first. She was so used to considering Clover her own exclusive
property that it was not easy to share her with another; and she
had occasional fits of feeling resentful, and injured, and left out.
These were but momentary, however. Katy was too healthy of mind to
let unkind feelings grow, and by and by she grew fond of Rose and
Rose of her, so that in the end the sisters share their friend as
they did other nice things, and neither of them was jealous of the
other.

But, charming as she was, a certain price had to be paid for the
pleasure of intimacy with Rose. Her overflowing spirits, and "the
little fiend inside her," were always provoking scrapes, in which
her friends were apt to be more or less involved. She was very
pen intent and afflicted after these scrapes; but it didn't make a
bit of difference: the next time she was just as naughty as ever.

"What are you?" said Katy, one day, meeting her in the hall with a
heap of black shawls and aprons on her arm.

"Hush!" whispered Rose, mysteriously, "don't say a word. Senator
Brown is dead--our senator, you know. I'm going to put my window
into mourning for him, that's all. It's a proper token of respect."