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As soon as breakfast was over, and the dishes were washed and put away, Debby would tie on a clean apron, and come up stairs for orders. At first Katy thought this great fun. But after ordering dinner a good many times, it began to grow tiresome. She never saw the dishes after they were cooked; and, being inexperienced, it seemed impossible to think of things enough to make a variety.
“Let me see—there is roast beef—leg of mutton—boiled chicken,” she would say, counting on her fingers, “roast beef—leg of mutton—boiled chicken. Debby, you might roast the chickens. Dear!—I wish somebody would invent a new animal! Where all the things to eat are gone to, I can’t imagine!”
Then Katy would send for every recipe-book in the house, and pore over them by the hour, till her appetite was as completely gone as if she had swallowed twenty dinners. Poor Debby learned to dread these books. She would stand by the door with her pleasant red face drawn up into a pucker, while Katy read aloud some impossible-sounding rule.
“This looks as if it were delicious, Debby, I wish you’d try it: Take a gallon of oysters, a pint of beef stock, sixteen soda crackers, the juice of two lemons, four cloves, a glass of white wine, a sprig of marjoram, a sprig of thyme, a sprig of bay, a sliced shalott—”
“Please, Miss Katy, what’s them?”
“Oh, don’t you know, Debby? It must be something quite common, for it’s in almost all the recipes.”
“No, Miss Katy, I never heard tell of it before. Miss Carr never gave me no shell-outs at all at all!”
“Dear me, how provoking!” Katy would cry, flapping over the leaves of her book; “then we must try something else.”
Poor Debby! If she hadn’t loved Katy so dearly, I think her patience must have given way. But she bore her trials meekly, except for an occasional grumble when alone with Bridget. Dr. Carr had to eat a great many queer things in those days. But he didn’t mind, and as for the children, they enjoyed it. Dinner-time became quite exciting, when nobody could tell exactly what any dish on the table was made of. Dorry, who was a sort of Dr. Livingstone where strange articles of food were concerned, usually made the first experiment, and if he said that it was good, the rest followed suit.
After a while Katy grew wiser. She ceased teasing Debby to try new things, and the Carr family went back to plain roast and boiled, much to the advantage of all concerned. But then another series of experiments began. Katy got hold of a book upon “The Stomach,” and was seized with a rage for wholesome food. She entreated Clover and the other children to give up sugar, and butter, and gravy, and pudding-sauce, and buckwheat cakes, and pies, and almost everything else that they particularly liked. Boiled rice seemed to her the most sensible dessert, and she kept the family on it until finally John and Dorry started a rebellion, and Dr. Carr was forced to interfere.
“My dear, you are overdoing it sadly,” he said, as Katy opened her book and prepared to explain her views; “I am glad to have the children eat simple food—but really, boiled rice five times in a week is too much.”
Katy sighed, but submitted. Later, as the Spring came on, she had a fit of over-anxiousness, and was always sending Clover down to ask Debby if her bread was not burning, or if she was sure that the pickles were not fermenting in their jars? She also fidgeted the children about wearing india-rubbers, and keeping on their coats, and behaved altogether as if the cares of the world were on her shoulders.
But all these were but the natural mistakes of a beginner. Katy was too much in earnest not to improve. Month by month she learned how to manage a little better, and a little better still. Matters went on more smoothly. Her cares ceased to fret her. Dr. Carr watching the increasing brightness of her face and manner, felt that the experiment was a success. Nothing more was said about “somebody else,” and Katy, sitting up stairs in her big chair, held the threads of the house firmly in her hands.
It was a pleasant morning in early June. A warm wind was rustling the trees, which were covered thickly with half-opened leaves, and looked like fountains of green spray thrown high into the air. Dr. Carr’s front door stood wide open. Through the parlor window came the sound of piano practice, and on the steps, under the budding roses, sat a small figure, busily sewing.
This was Clover, little Clover still, though more than two years had passed since we saw her last, and she was now over fourteen. Clover was never intended to be tall. Her eyes were as blue and sweet as ever, and her apple-blossom cheeks as pink. But the brown pig-tails were pinned up into a round knot, and the childish face had gained almost a womanly look. Old Mary declared that Miss Clover was getting quite young-ladyfied, and “Miss Clover” was quite aware of the fact, and mightily pleased with it. It delighted her to turn up her hair; and she was very particular about having her dresses made to come below the tops of her boots. She had also left off ruffles, and wore narrow collars instead, and little cuffs with sleeve-buttons to fasten them. These sleeve-buttons, which were a present from Cousin Helen, Clover liked best of all her things. Papa said that he was sure she took them to bed with her, but of course that was only a joke, though she certainly was never seen without them in the daytime. She glanced frequently at these beloved buttons as she sat sewing, and every now and then laid down her work to twist them into a better position, or give them an affectionate pat with her forefinger.
Pretty soon the side-gate swung open, and Philly came round the corner of the house. He had grown into a big boy. All his pretty baby curls were cut off, and his frocks had given place to jacket and trousers. In his hand he held something. What, Clover could not see.
“What’s that?” she said, as he reached the steps.
“I’m going up stairs to ask Katy if these are ripe,” replied Phil, exhibiting some currants faintly streaked with red.
“Why, of course they’re not ripe!” said Clover, putting one into her mouth. “Can’t you tell by the taste? They’re as green as can be.”
“I don’t care, if Katy says they’re ripe I shall eat ‘em,” answered Phil, defiantly, marching into the house.
“What did Philly want?” asked Elsie, opening the parlor door as Phil went up stairs.
“Only to know if the currants are ripe enough to eat.”
“How particular he always is about asking now!” said Elsie; “he’s afraid of another dose of salts.”
“I should think he would be,” replied Clover, laughing. “Johnnie says she never was so scared in her life as when Papa called them, and they looked up, and saw him standing there with the bottle in one hand and a spoon in the other!”
“Yes,” went on Elsie, “and you know Dorry held his in his mouth for ever so long, and then went round the corner of the house and spat it out! Papa said he had a good mind to make him take another spoonful, but he remembered that after all Dorry had the bad taste a great deal longer than the others, so he didn’t. I think it was an awful punishment, don’t you?”
“Yes, but it was a good one, for none of them have ever touched the green gooseberries since. Have you got through practising? It doesn’t seem like an hour yet.”
“Oh, it isn’t—it’s only twenty-five minutes. But Katy told me not to sit more than half an hour at a time without getting up and running round to rest. I’m going to walk twice down to the gate, and twice back. I promised her I would.” And Elsie set off, clapping her hands briskly before and behind her as she walked.
“Why—what is Bridget doing in Papa’s room?” she asked, as she came back the second time. “She’s flapping things out of the window. Are the girls up there? I thought they were cleaning the dining-room.”
“They’re doing both. Katy said it was such a good chance, having Papa away, that she would have both the carpets taken up at once. There isn’t going to be any dinner today, only just bread and butter, and milk, and cold ham, up in Katy’s room, because Debby is helping too, so as to get through and save Papa all the fuss. And see,” exhibiting her sewing, “Katy’s making a new cover for Papa’s pincushion, and I’m hemming the ruffle to go round it.”
“How nicely you hem!” said Elsie. “I wish I had something for Papa’s room too. There’s my washstand mats—but the one for the soap-dish isn’t finished. Do you suppose, if Katy would excuse me from the rest of my practising, I could get it done? I’ve a great mind to go and ask her.”
“There’s her bell!” said Clover, as a little tinkle sounded up stairs; “I’ll ask her, if you like.”
“No, let me go. I’ll see what she wants.” But Clover was already half-way across the hall, and the two girls ran up side by side. There was often a little strife between them as to which should answer Katy’s bell. Both liked to wait on her so much.
Katy came to meet them as they entered. Not on her feet: that, alas! was still only a far-off possibility; but in a chair with large wheels, with which she was rolling herself across the room. This chair was a great comfort to her. Sitting in it, she could get to her closet and her bureau-drawers, and help herself to what she wanted without troubling anybody. It was only lately that she had been able to use it. Dr. Carr considered her doing so as a hopeful sign, but he had never told Katy this. She had grown accustomed to her invalid life at last, and was cheerful in it, and he thought it unwise to make her restless, by exciting hopes which might after all end in fresh disappointment.
She met the girls with a bright smile as they came in, and said:
“Oh, Clovy, it was you I rang for! I am troubled for fear Bridget will meddle with the things on Papa’s table. You know he likes them to be left just so. Will you please go and remind her that she is not to touch them at all? After the carpet is put down, I want you to dust the table, so as to be sure that everything is put back in the same place. Will you?”
“Of course I will!” said Clover, who was a born housewife, and dearly loved to act as Katy’s prime minister.
“Sha’n’t I fetch you the pincushion too, while I’m there?”
“Oh yes, please do! I want to measure.”
“Katy,” said Elsie, “those mats of mine are most done, and I would like to finish them and put them on Papa’s washstand before he comes back. Mayn’t I stop practising now, and bring my crochet up here instead?”
“Will there be plenty of time to learn the new exercise before Miss Phillips comes, if you do?”
“I think so, plenty. She doesn’t come till Friday, you know.”
“Well, then it seems to me that you might just as
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