one Cousin Helen had given her.

It was standing on the bureau with a little cluster of blush-roses in
it. The bureau had a swing-glass. While Katy was brushing her hair, the
glass tipped a little so that she could not see. At a good-humored
moment, this accident wouldn't have troubled her much. But being out of
temper to begin with, it made her angry. She gave the glass a violent
push. The lower part swung forward, there was a smash, and the first
thing Katy knew, the blush-roses lay scattered all over the floor, and
Cousin Helen's pretty present was ruined.

Katy just sat down on the carpet and cried as hard as if she had been
Phil himself. Aunt Izzie heard her lamenting, and came in.

"I'm very sorry," she said, picking up the broken glass, "but it's no
more than I expected, you're so careless, Katy. Now don't sit there in
that foolish way! Get up and dress yourself. You'll be late to
breakfast."

"What's the matter?" asked Papa, noticing Katy's red eyes as she took
her seat at the table.

"I've broken my vase," said Katy, dolefully.

"It was extremely careless of you to put it in such a dangerous place,"
said her aunt. "You might have known that the glass would swing and
knock it off." Then, seeing a big tear fall in the middle of Katy's
plate, she added: "Really, Katy, you're too big to behave like a baby.
Why Dorry would be ashamed to do so. Pray control yourself!"