wrapper and night-cap were by no means clean, but her face was sweet,
and she had beautiful curling hair, which fell over the pillow. She was
evidently very sick, and altogether Katy felt sorrier for her than she
had ever done for anybody in her life.

"Who are you, child?" asked Mrs. Spenser.

"I'm Dr. Carr's little girl," answered Katy, going straight up to the
bed. "I came to bring you some flowers." And she laid the bouquet on the
dirty sheet.

Mrs. Spenser seemed to like the flowers. She took them up and smelled
them for a long time, without speaking.

"But how did you get in?" she said at last.

"The door was open," faltered Katy, who was beginning to feel scared at
her own daring, "and they said you were sick, so I thought perhaps you
would like me to come and see you."

"You are a kind little girl," said Mrs. Spenser, and gave her a kiss.

After this Katy used to go every day. Sometimes Mrs. Spenser would be up
and moving feebly about; but more often she was in bed, and Katy would
sit beside her. The house never looked a bit better than it did that
first day, but after a while Katy used to brush Mrs. Spenser's hair, and
wash her face with the corner of a towel.

I think her visits were a comfort to the poor lady, who was very ill and
lonely. Sometimes, when she felt pretty well, she would tell Katy