"Aren't you glad she's gone?" whispered Clover, as they stood at the
gate together watching Imogen walk down the street.

"Oh, Clover! how can you?" said Katy But she gave Clover a great hug,
and I think in her heart she _was_ glad.

"Katy," said Papa, next day, "you came into the room then, exactly like
your new friend Miss Clark."

"How? I don't know what you mean," answered Katy, blushing deeply.

"_So_," said Dr. Carr; and he got up, raising his shoulders and squaring
his elbows, and took a few mincing steps across the room. Katy couldn't
help laughing, it was so funny, and so like Imogen. Then Papa sat down
again and drew her close to him.

"My dear," he said, "you're an affectionate child, and I'm glad of
it. But there is such a thing as throwing away one's affection. I
didn't fancy that little girl at all yesterday. What makes you like
her so much?"

"I didn't like her so much, yesterday," admitted Katy, reluctantly.
"She's a great deal nicer than that at school, sometimes."

"I'm glad to hear it," said her father. "For I should be sorry to think
that you really admired such silly manners. And what was that nonsense I
heard her telling you about Brigands?"

"It really hap--" began Katy.--Then she caught Papa's eye, and bit her