"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