see all the new things, and the little changes. She was forever
wondering over something.

"Why, Dorry," she would say, "what a pretty book-shelf! When did
you get it?"

"That old thing! Why, I've had it two years. Didn't I ever tell you
about it?"

"Perhaps you did," Katy would reply, "but you see I never saw it before,
so it made no impression."

By the end of August she was grown so strong, that she began to talk
about going down stairs. But Papa said, "Wait."

"It will tire you much more than walking about on a level," he
explained, "you had better put it off a little while--till you are quite
sure of your feet."

"I think so too," said Clover; "and beside, I want to have the house all
put in order and made nice, before your sharp eyes see it, Mrs.
Housekeeper. Oh, I'll tell you! Such a beautiful idea has come into my
head! You shall fix a day to come down, Katy, and we'll be all ready for
you, and have a 'celebration' among ourselves. That would be just
lovely! How soon may she, Papa?"

"Well--in ten days, I should say, it might be safe."

"Ten days! that will bring it to the seventh of September, won't it?"
said Katy. "Then Papa, if I may, I'll come down stairs the first time