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But the more she watched Cousin Helen the more she seemed to like her, and to feel as if she were nicer than the imaginary person which she and Clover had invented. "She looks just like other people, don't she?" whispered Cecy, who had come over to have a peep at the new arrival. "Y-e-s," replied Katy, doubtfully, "only a great, great deal prettier."
Don't you remember how Cecy used to say that she never was going out to drive with young gentlemen, but was going to stay at home and read the Bible to poor people? Well, she didn't tell the truth, for she has been out three times already with Sylvester Slack in his buggy.
"Fatima and I were not rich in tatting edges, and rejoiced when the conversation took another turn. I asked Cecy, but she wouldn't tell me. She was very cross, often; I'm very glad she's married. I think sisters ought to marry off as fast as they can; they never get on well in a house together, you know.
He stepped in at the door and took a critical survey of the interior, while Clover and Elsie examined their letters. "This telegram is for Geoff," explained Clover. "The Youngs are here," and she read: Safely landed. We reach Denver Thursday morning, six-thirty. "So they will get here on Thursday afternoon. It's lucky we came up to-day. My letters are from Johnnie and Cecy Slack. Johnnie says "
"Ah! don't laugh at her," she said later in the evening, when the children, after their tea in the clean, fresh-smelling dining-room, were come up to sit with her, and Cecy, in her pretty pink lawn and white shawl, had dropped in to spend an hour or two; "she's a real kind old woman, and I don't like to have you. It isn't her fault that she's fat. And Aunt Izzie was fond of her, you know.
Harry's compliment to my acting had quite a brotherly tenderness, I think. Friday, New Year's Eve, we went to a ball at Mrs. G 's, which I did not much enjoy; and yesterday, New Year's Day, Henry and I spent the evening at Mrs. Harry's. There was no one there but Cecy and her two boys, and we danced, almost without stopping, from eight till twelve.
Ashe gave her a beautiful sapphire ring, and Cecy Hall as they still called her inadvertently half the time an elaborate sofa-pillow embroidered by herself. Katy liked all her gifts, both large and small, both for what they were and for what they meant, and took a good healthy, hearty satisfaction in the fact that so many people cared for her, and had worked to give her a pleasure.
It is doing something for her when we can show a little attention to one of her friends. I was sorry when she came, but now it's over, I'm glad." "It feels so nice when it stops aching," quoted Elsie, mischievously, while Cecy whispered to Clover. "Isn't Katy sweet?" "Isn't she!" replied Clover. "I wish I was half so good. Sometimes I think I shall really be sorry if she ever gets well.
"And she's got on the most beautiful night-gown, all lace and ruffles. It's just like a night-gown in a book." "Isn't it wicked to care about clothes when you're sick?" questioned Cecy. "I don't believe Cousin Helen could do anything wicked," said Katy. "I told Ma that she had on bracelets, and Ma said she feared your cousin was a worldly person," retorted Cecy, primming up her lips.
She was dead, too! And so ends the Tragedy of the Alhambra." "That's lovely," said Katy, drawing a long breath, "only very sad! What beautiful stories you do write, Cecy! But I wish you wouldn't always kill the people. Why couldn't the knight have killed the father, and no, I suppose Zuleika wouldn't have married him then.
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