look patient, but absolutely glad and merry. Her dress wasn’t a “frilled wrapper,” but a sort of loose travelling thing of pretty gray stuff, with a rose-colored bow, and bracelets, and a round hat trimmed with a gray feather. All Katy’s dreams about the “saintly invalid” seemed to take wings and fly away. 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.”
By and by, Papa carried Cousin Helen up stairs. All the children wanted to go too, but he told them she was tired, and must rest. So they went out-doors to play till tea-time.
“Oh, do let me take up the tray,” cried Katy at the tea-table, as she watched Aunt Izzie getting ready Cousin Helen’s supper. Such a nice supper! Cold chicken, and raspberries and cream, and tea in a pretty pink-and-white china cup. And such a snow-white napkin as Aunt Izzie spread over the tray!
“No indeed,” said Aunt Izzie. “you’ll drop it the first thing.” But Katy’s eyes begged so hard, that Dr. Carr said, “Yes, let her, Izzie; I like to see the girls useful.”
So Katy, proud of the commission, took the tray and carried it carefully across the hall. There was a bowl of flowers on the table. As she passed, she was struck with a bright idea. She set down the tray, and picking out a rose, laid it on the napkin beside the saucer of crimson raspberries. It looked very pretty, and Katy smiled to herself with pleasure.
“What are you stopping for?” called Aunt Izzie, from the dining-room. “Do be careful, Katy, I really think Bridget had better take it.”
“Oh, no, no!” protested Katy. “I’m most up already.” And she sped up stairs as fast as she could go. Luckless speed! She had just reached the door of the Blue-room when she tripped upon her boot-lace, which, as usual, was dangling, made a misstep, and stumbled. She caught at the door to save herself; the door flew open; and Katy, with the tray, cream, raspberries, rose and all, descended in a confused heap upon the carpet.
“I told you so!” exclaimed Aunt Izzie from the bottom of the stairs.
Katy never forgot how kind Cousin Helen was on this occasion. She was in bed, and was of course a good deal startled at the sudden crash and tumble on her floor. But after one little jump, nothing could have been sweeter than the way in which she comforted poor crest-fallen Katy, and made so merry over the accident, that even Aunt Izzie almost forgot to scold. The broken dishes were piled up and the carpet made clean again, while Aunt Izzie prepared another tray just as nice as the first.
“Please let Katy bring it up!” pleaded Cousin Helen, in her pleasant voice, “I am sure she will be careful this time. And Katy, I want just such another rose on the napkin. I guess that was your doing – wasn’t it?”
Katy was careful. – This time all went well. The tray was placed safely on a little table beside the bed, and Katy sat watching Cousin Helen eat her supper with a warm, loving feeling at her heart. I think we are scarcely ever so grateful to people as when they help us to get back our own self-esteem.
Cousin Helen hadn’t much appetite, though she declared everything was delicious. Katy could see that she was very tired.
“Now,” she said, when she had finished, “if you’ll shake up this pillow, so; – and move this other pillow a little, I think I will settle myself to sleep. Thanks – that’s just right. Why, Katy dear, you are a born nurse. Now kiss me. Good-night! To-morrow we will have a nice talk.”
Katy went down stairs very happy. “Cousin Helen’s perfectly lovely,” she told Clover. “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.
Katy and Clover were quite distressed at this opinion. They talked about it while they were undressing.
“I mean to ask Cousin Helen to-morrow,” said Katy.
Next morning the children got up very early. They were so glad that it was vacation! If it hadn’t been, they would have been forced to go to school without seeing Cousin Helen, for she didn’t wake till late. They grew so impatient of the delay, and went up stairs so often to listen at the door, and see if she were moving, that Aunt Izzie finally had to order them off. Katy rebelled against this order a good deal, but she consoled herself by going into the garden and picking the prettiest flowers she could find, to give to Cousin Helen the moment she should see her.
When Aunt Izzie let her go up, Cousin Helen was lying on the sofa all dressed for the day in a fresh blue muslin, with blue ribbons, and cunning bronze slippers with rosettes on the toes. The sofa had been wheeled round with its back to the light. There was a cushion with a pretty fluted cover that Katy had never seen before, and several other things were scattered about, which gave the room quite a different air. All the house was neat, but somehow Aunt Izzie’s rooms never were pretty. Children’s eyes are quick to perceive such things, and Katy saw at once that the Blue-room had never looked like this.
Cousin Helen was white and tired, but her eyes and smile were as bright as ever. She was delighted with the flowers which Katy presented rather shyly.
“Oh, how lovely!” she said; “I must put them in water right away. Katy dear, don’t you want to bring that little vase on the bureau and set it on this chair beside me? And please pour a little water into it first.”
“What a beauty!” cried Katy, as she lifted the graceful white cup swung on a gilt stand. “Is it yours, Cousin Helen?”
“Yes, it is my pet vase. It stands on a little table beside me at home, and I fancied that the Water Cure would seem more home-like if I had it with me there, so I brought it along. But why do you look so puzzled, Katy? 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 smiled again.
“Well,” she said, “I’ll tell you what I think, Katy. Pretty things are no more ‘worldly’ than ugly ones, except when they spoil us by making us vain, or careless of the comfort of other people. And sickness is such a disagreeable thing in itself, that unless sick people take great pains, they soon grow to be eyesores to themselves and everybody about them. I don’t think it is possible for an invalid to be too particular. And when one has the
