"Isn't Katy sweet?"

"Isn't she!" replied Clover. "I wish I was half so good. Sometimes I
think I shall really be sorry if she ever gets well. She's such a dear
old darling to us all, sitting there in her chair, that it wouldn't seem
so nice to have her anywhere else. But then, I know it's horrid in me.
And I don't believe she'd be different, or grow slam-bang and horrid,
like some of the girls, even if she were well."

"Of course she wouldn't!" replied Cecy.




CHAPTER XIII

AT LAST


It was about six weeks after this, that one day, Clover and Elsie were
busy down stairs, they were startled by the sound of Katy's bell ringing
in a sudden and agitated manner. Both ran up two steps at a time, to see
what was wanted.

Katy sat in her chair, looking very much flushed and excited.

"Oh, girls!" she exclaimed, "what do you think? I stood up!"

"What?" cried Clover and Elsie.