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Then I shall answer thee, Because I can't help loving, She is so sweet to me, This little girl whose name begins and ends with 'E." "It's just like a fairy story," said Elsie, whose eyes had grown as big as saucers from surprise, while these verses were being read aloud by Cecy. Another knock. This time there was a perfect handful of letters. Everybody had one.
"Let's play we're grown up," said Cecy, "and tell what we mean to do." "Well," said Clover, "you begin. What do you mean to do?" "I mean to have a black silk dress, and pink roses in my bonnet, and a white muslin long-shawl," said Cecy; "and I mean to look exactly like Minerva Clark! I shall be very good, too; as good as Mrs. Bedell, only a great deal prettier.
"And now, Katy, it's your turn," said Cecy; "tell us what you're going to be when you grow up." "I'm not sure about what I'll be," replied Katy, from overhead; "beautiful, of course, and good if I can, only not so good as you, Cecy, because it would be nice to go and ride with the young gentlemen sometimes.
A bracelet of old Roman coins had caught her fancy one day in a bric-a-brac shop, and she walked straight toward it, only pausing by the way to buy a pale blue iridescent pitcher at Salviate's for Cecy Slack, and see it carefully rolled in seaweed and soft paper.
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." Cousin Helen laughed again.
Even demure Cecy was pleased, and Dorry and John kicked their heels on the ground in a tumult of joy. Seven pairs of hands were held out at once toward the basket; seven sets of teeth went to work without a moment's delay. In an incredibly short time every vestige of the pie had disappeared, and a blissful stickiness pervaded the party.
"Be sure that Clover gets her lesson, and if Cecy comes over as usual, you must send her home early. All of you must be in bed by nine." "Yes'm," said Katy, but I fear she was not attending much, but thinking, in her secret soul, how jolly it was to have Aunt Izzie go out for once.
And I shan't teach in Sunday schools, like Cecy, because I don't want to; but every Sunday I'll go and stand by the gate, and when her scholars go by on their way home, I'll put Lubin's Extracts on their handkerchiefs." "I mean to have just the same," cried Elsie, whose imagination was fired by this gorgeous vision, "only my pond will be the biggest.
"Yes they will!" said Clover; and gave Elsie a push. By and by John and Dorry trotted away on mysterious errands of their own. "Wasn't Dorry funny with his turkey?" remarked Cecy; and they all laughed again. "If you won't tell," said Katy, "I'll let you see Dorry's journal. He kept it once for almost two weeks, and then gave it up. I found the book, this morning, in the nursery closet."
"I was just going to tell you about it, when the children came in," said Rosy's mother. "I knew Cecilia would be so glad to know Bee was with us, and not at school, when her poor grandmother grew too ill to have her." "Yes, indeed," said Mr. Furnivale, "Cecy will be glad to hear it. She had no idea of it.
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