CHAPTER VIII

TO-MORROW


"To-morrow I will begin," thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that
night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning
comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite
differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the
fine things we planned overnight.

Sometimes it seems as if there must be wicked little imps in the world,
who are kept tied up so long as the sun shines, but who creep into our
bed-rooms when we are asleep, to tease us and ruffle our tempers. Else,
why, when we go to rest good-natured and pleasant, should we wake up so
cross? Now there was Katy. Her last sleepy thought was an intention to
be an angel from that time on, and as much like Cousin Helen as she
could; and when she opened her eyes she was all out of sorts, and as
fractious as a bear! Old Mary said that she got out of bed on the wrong
side. I wonder, by the way, if anybody will ever be wise enough to tell
us which side that is, so that we may always choose the other? How
comfortable it would be if they could!

You know how, if we begin the day in a cross mood, all sorts of
unfortunate accidents seem to occur to add to our vexations. The very
first thing Katy did this morning was to break her precious vase--the