things were scattered about, which gave the room quite a different air.
All the house was neat, but somehow Aunt Izzie's rooms never were
pretty. Children's eyes are quick to perceive such things, and Katy saw
at once that the Blue-room had never looked like this.

Cousin Helen was white and tired, but her eyes and smile were as bright
as ever. She was delighted with the flowers, which Katy presented
rather shyly.

"Oh, how lovely!" she said; "I must put them in water right away. Katy
dear, don't you want to bring that little vase on the bureau and set it
on this chair beside me? And please pour a little water into it first."

"What a beauty!" cried Katy, as she lifted the graceful white cup swung
on a gilt stand. "Is it yours, Cousin Helen?"

"Yes, it is my pet vase. It stands on a little table beside me at home,
and I fancied that the Water Cure would seem more home-like if I had it
with me there, so I brought it along. But why do you look so puzzled,
Katy? Does it seem queer that a vase should travel about in a trunk?"

"No," said Katy, slowly, "I was only thinking--Cousin Helen, is it
worldly to have pretty things when you're sick?"

Cousin Helen laughed heartily.

"What put that idea into your head?" she asked.

"Cecy said so when I told her about your beautiful night-gown."