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It's harder game than the last one, but we'll get it fixed to-night. You better send word to Izzie to bring up his taxi in about an hour." "I'll go now, Craig. Tell Baxter dat it'll be fixed. Where'll he take her?" Craig replied in a low tone, which thwarted Burke's attempt to eavesdrop. Bobbie Burke's eyes sparkled with the flame of battle spirit, yet he maintained an outward calm.
You can't think how funny it was to hear Aunt Izzie reading 'Edwitha' out loud " and Katy went into convulsions at the recollection "where she got to 'Oh Bop my angel Bop I just rolled under the table, and stuffed the table-cover in my mouth to keep from screaming right out.
They did run as fast as they could, but time ran faster, and before they were half-way to school the town clock struck nine, and all hope was over. This vexed Katy very much; for, though often late, she was always eager to be early. "There," she said, stopping short, "I shall just tell Aunt Izzie that it was her fault. It is too bad." And she marched into school in a very cross mood.
She went on with her breakfast in sulky silence. "What are you all going to do to-day?" asked Dr. Carr, hoping to give things a more cheerful turn. "Swing!" cried John and Dorry both together. "Alexander's put us up a splendid one in the wood-shed." "No you're not," said Aunt Izzie in a positive tone, "the swing is not to be used till to-morrow. Remember that, children. Not till to-morrow.
He began to whimper, and as Phil was still sobbing, and Johnnie had begun to sob too, out of sympathy with the others, the Feet in the Loft seemed likely to come to a sad end. "I'm goin' to tell Aunt Izzie that I don't like you," declared Dorry, putting one leg through the opening in the floor.
Aunt Izzie looked as pleased as could be. She had a warm heart hidden under her fidgety ways only Katy had never been sick before, to find it out. For the next week Katy was feverish with expectation. At last Cousin Helen came. This time Katy was not on the steps to welcome her, but after a little while Papa brought Cousin Helen in his arms, and sat her in a big chair beside the bed.
Aunt Izzie slept in her room that night. Katy was feverish. When morning came, and Dr. Carr returned, he found her in a good deal of pain, hot and restless, with wide-open, anxious eyes. "Papa!" she cried the first thing, "must I lie here as much as a week?" "My darling, I'm afraid you must," replied her father, who looked worried, and very grave. "Dear, dear!" sobbed Katy, "how can I bear it?"
But when I found out that it was yours, I was very angry; O, you must forgive me, for I have had very hard thoughts towards you, and now I know that you did not deserve them. O, Isabel, you are too good; I could not nurse you so kindly, had I been in your place. Let me see my little Izzie," she pleaded. Isabel brought the child to its mother; it looked sweetly calm in its marble beauty.
How blind he had been, he saw plainly enough that she needed change of air, she should have it, she should pay his uncle Macdermott a visit, and take Izzie with her, but what should he do without Izzie, he asked himself, but with surprising magnanimity, he refused to consider that question. He had been a little inattentive perhaps lately and owed her some amends, so Izzie should go with her.
You sha'n't stir till I have sewed it on properly." It wasn't easy to "stand still and not fidget," with Aunt Izzie fussing away and lecturing, and now and then, in a moment of forgetfulness, sticking her needle into one's chin. Katy bore it as well as she could, only shifting perpetually from one foot to the other, and now and then uttering a little snort, like an impatient horse.
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