watched Aunt Izzie getting ready Cousin Helen's supper. Such a nice
supper! Cold chicken, and raspberries and cream, and tea in a pretty
pink-and-white china cup. And such a snow-white napkin as Aunt Izzie
spread over the tray!

"No indeed," said Aunt Izzie; "you'll drop it the first thing." But
Katy's eyes begged so hard, that Dr. Carr said, "Yes, let her, Izzie; I
like to see the girls useful."

So Katy, proud of the commission, took the tray and carried it
carefully across the hall. There was a bowl of flowers on the table. As
she passed, she was struck with a bright idea. She set down the tray,
and picking out a rose, laid it on the napkin besides the saucer of
crimson raspberries. It looked very pretty, and Katy smiled to herself
with pleasure.

"What are you stopping for?" called Aunt Izzie, from the dining-room.
"Do be careful, Katy, I really think Bridget had better take it."

"Oh no, no!" protested Katy, "I'm most up already." And she sped up
stairs as fast as she could go. Luckless speed! She had just reached
the door of the Blue-room, when she tripped upon her boot-lace, which,
as usual, was dangling, made a misstep, and stumbled. She caught at
the door to save herself; the door flew open; and Katy, with the tray,
cream, raspberries, rose and all, descended in a confused heap upon
the carpet.

"I told you so!" exclaimed Aunt Izzie from the bottom of the stairs.

Katy never forgot how kind Cousin Helen was on this occasion. She was in