It was standing on the bureau with a little cluster of blush-roses in it. It was several weeks before she was able to use the chair, but when once she became accustomed to it, it proved very comfortable. Behold, it was day-time, and there was Philly in his night-gown, climbing up on the bed to kiss her! "Oh, hide them, hide them!" Seven pairs of hands were held out at once toward the basket; seven sets of teeth went to work without a moment's delay. "And she's got on the most beautiful night-gown, all lace and ruffles. ", "No," replied Katy, "I don't. Be careful, Papa!". It was one of the many serial stories which Katy was forever writing, and was about a lady, a knight, a blue wizard, and a poodle named Bop. "Why don't you make her wait till morning? Anyhow it shall be something. reply; "you're a giraffe—Pa said so!". And the children are 'things,' also, in one sense. repeated Aunt Izzie, much amazed. "Miss Katy," she said, "it's old Mrs. Worrett, and I reckon she's come to spend the day, for she's brought her bag. "Oh, who do you suppose sent it?" Next came anecdotes about dogs and elephants and snakes, taken from the Natural History book, and not very interesting, because the audience knew them by heart already. said John; and Dorry replied, "Yes; we never had such good times before Katy was sick, did we? ", "Oh, goody, goody!" And when he shook his head, the lip would quiver more, and tears would come. Then she tumbled down by the sofa somehow, the two pairs of arms and the two faces met, and for a moment or two not a word more was heard from anybody. Aunt Izzie ran up and down stairs, and was on her feet all day, trying to get something which would please her, but Katy hardly said, "Thank you," and never saw how tired Aunt Izzie looked. This was almost a year since; but talking of it now put it into their heads to want to try it again. Now to-day began all wrong, and everything that happened in it was wrong; and on other days I begin right, and all goes right, straight through. Besides, they didn't call it vinegar-and-water – of course not! "Is she very sick?" '", "Helen!" April 1. You'll see what I've said, and Cousin Helen said I wasn't to tell. Then Papa sat down again and drew her close to him. "I'll swallow the book first, brown cover and all," said Papa, making a funny face. On it stood a great parcel of dried cherries from Mrs. Hall. A little later Papa and Aunt Izzie came in, and they filled the stockings. "Papa," she said, the next time she got him to herself, "I've been thinking over what you were saying last night, about getting somebody to keep the house, you know. Katy could not stop crying, and it was fortunate that Aunt Izzie happened to be out, and that the only person who saw her in this piteous plight was Mary, the nurse, who doted on the children and was always ready to help them out of their troubles. Dear! The swing gave a violent twist, spun half round and tossed Katy into the air. And she marched into school in a very cross mood. "Oh, isn't it lovely to think there won't be any school to-morrow? Katy lay a long time watching the queer shapes of the stocking-legs as they dangled in the firelight. When she came back she had something folded up in her hand. whined the children, quite moved by this frightful picture. Dr. Carr considered her doing so as a hopeful sign, but he had never told Katy this. These sleeve-buttons, which were a present from Cousin Helen, Clover liked best of all her things. Promise me!". never run away and hide; and there won't be any post offices, or anything In fact, there had just been a nursery rebellion on the subject. Hiding it would have saved you From the pain I've caused your heart, So please don't ever forgive me, … cried Cousin Helen from her sofa. Then he helped out a nice-looking young woman, who, Aunt Izzie told them, was Cousin Helen's nurse, and then, very carefully, lifted Cousin Helen in his arms and brought her in. We're going to the sea-side.". She couldn't bear to share her cousin with anybody. Nothing ", "Well, Katy Carr, I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself," said Aunt Izzie, "wreaking your temper on your poor little sister! "What put that idea into your head?" There are – she has – I mean there will be other things for her to do to-morrow. There was often a little strife between them as to which should answer Katy's bell. The two children, full of their delightful secret, began to save pieces of bread and cookies from their supper every evening. heads. ", "Never mind about that," said Dr. Carr. For a minute, Katy felt just like crying. Katy, in her chair, sat close to the fire, Cecy was beside her, and there was a round table all set out with a white cloth and mugs of milk and biscuit, and strawberry-jam and doughnuts. It was a low, one-story building, and had a yard behind it, in which the girls played at recess. ", "I should think he would be," replied Clover, laughing. "There, you bad boy!" "And one last word, Katy. 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 laugh at her. "Yes," said Katy, stroking a leaf with her finger, "it was in great danger one night last winter, but it escaped.". there was a noise in the forest, and a dreadful black bull with fiery eyes Aunt Izzie, who was sewing on the other side of the room, looked up from her work. Oh, dear! "Oh!" Elsie, don't you want to run down stairs and ask Bridget to bring a – a – a glass of iced water for Mrs. Worrett? Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1887, c1872. kept it shady, even in the middle of the day. "Does it hurt you so bad?" "Why, Elsie, darling, what's the matter? "It isn't new. "I wish I had something real nice for Elsie. But when she could eat no more, a dreadful dulness fell over the party. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. Then seeing the mortification on Dorry's face, she made up her mind. She sat down and waited for Clover to get through, while Clover, on her part, didn't dare to get through, but went on repeating "Now I lay me" over and over again, in a sort of despair. RS. Dr. Carr, their Papa, was a dear, kind, busy man, who was away from home all day, and sometimes all night too, taking care of sick people. Slow de night's a-fallin', An' I hyeah de callin' Out erpon de lonesome hill; Soun' is moughty dreary, Solemn-lak an' skeery, Sayin' fu' to "whip po' Will." and the doctor punched Katy's spine for some minutes, making her squirm uneasily. and were in constant terror lest some hungry cow should take a fancy to the "Oh, no!" Poor little Marianne bore it as long as she could; but when at last a rat began to scratch in the wall close beside her, her courage gave way entirely, and she screamed at the top of her voice. Aunt Izzie, vacation's begun!" "Dear, dear!" It was Santa Claus, of course. "Why, Dorry, you're a genius! March 13. Dust lay thick over everything, and the whole house looked as if it hadn't been lived in for at least a year. He was a lively little old Frenchman, and knew how to make lesson-time pleasant. "He's a very dirty old gentleman, then," observed Aunt Izzie, grimly. Valentine's-Day was the next Friday. "But how do you do it?" "No matter, I sha'n't want it again for eight weeks," replied Katy, comfortably, as they ran up the steps. "Oh, Cecy, let's do something funny on Valentine's-Day! She didn't fold her hands, and she didn't look patient, but absolutely glad and merry. Somebody tapped at the door, as she spoke. 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 it may take a good while to do it. Then, beside the plate-basket, Miss Petingill never stirred without Tom, her tortoise-shell cat. All of them promised, and Katy produced ", "Have you really?" said Katy, laying down "Norway and the Norwegians," which she was reading for the fourth time; "I haven't seen them since breakfast.". But Clover, who was a born peacemaker, caught hold of his arm, and her coaxing and entreaties consoled him so much that he finally said he would stay; especially as the others were quite grave now, and promised that they wouldn't laugh any more. and then hushed himself up, saying, "I most forgot!" asked Elsie, opening the parlor door as Phil went up stairs. "I don't believe Cousin Helen could do anything wicked," said Katy. boats, and saving peoples' lives, like that girl in the book. Oh, I'll tell you! the upper hall was all in confusion. Do you know where she's sewing now? "For me! " Clover believed in Katy as she did in the Bible. And there's the lesson of Cheerfulness. These were carefully laid on the grass to keep till wanted: buttered what shiftless thing will you do next? must come in to get ready for tea. "You are a kind little girl," said Mrs. Spenser, and gave her a kiss. Katy and Clover had "played Cousin Helen" so long, that now they were frightened as well as glad at the idea of seeing the real one. with the young gentlemen, "Oh, no!" The little group settled down again to their work. Aunt Issy said I was gredy. He was pleased to see Katy so interested about anything again. Email me when my story is published Email me when … Katy was so glad, that, for the first time in her life, she threw her arms of her own accord round Aunt Izzie's neck, and kissed her. Tell us about it!" and some candy. AND OTHER STORIES. So she made a asked Katy. She was fond of building castles in the air, and dreaming of the time when something she had done would make her famous, so that everybody would hear of her, and want to know her. "But Cecy comes most every day," remarked Dorry, who didn't see the connection between this fact and having his face washed. Why couldn't the knight have killed the father, and – no, I suppose Zuleika wouldn't have married him then. Marianne used to be always making sand-pies in front of her mother's house, and Katy, who was about five years old, often stopped to help her. The neighbors told horrible stories about her, so that the children were afraid to pass the house. But perhaps his band had surprised a pedlar with a box of stationery. Sitting in it, she could get to her closet and her bureau-drawers, and help herself to what she wanted without troubling anybody. Nursery Songs and Kids Poem in English: Watch popular children's rhyme 'Piggy Bank' in English. "Cecy said so when I told her about your beautiful night-gown. "What are you all going to do? "Is Aunt Izzie a 'thing?'" Everybody had one. Every day she grew brighter and more cheerful. But the others found it much harder to go to bed; there were so many of them, all getting into each other's way, and with no lamp to see by. cried Katy, clapping her hands. birds' nests. Dorry looked gratified. And sure enough, he had hardly dropped down before there was a great crackling of paper, and he jumped up again and called out, 'Bless me! ", "I can't exactly tell – only Cousin Helen looked so; – and you kissed her; – and I thought perhaps it was something interesting.". I can perceive it in everything – in Papa, in the children, in yourself. I don't know what, yet; but when I'm grown up I shall find out'. "We'll make that right. At last Aunt Izzie said very grimly: "That will do, Clover, you can get up!" ", "Oh, Papa!" Aunt Izzie called through the keyhole to have it opened, but the roars were so loud that it was long before she could get an answer. He walked round and round the chair, questioning Katy and making her stand up and sit down. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. "I don't want to st-a-a-y up here and be groaned at," he sobbed. If people love her, she gets naturally to be the heart of the house. And she's perfectly beautiful, Aunt Izzie. "It was Christmas Eve," At last Cousin Helen came. there, which the children called Pollypods, because they didn't know the real Then she grew slowly better, and the doctors told her that she might live a good many years, but that she would have to lie on her sofa always, and be helpless, and a cripple. ", Katy went down stairs very happy. Pinned to the cushion was a paper, with these verses: This was the first valentine Clover had ever had. I can't. I'm sitting here staring Blankly at the wall, Trying to digest the fact You're not here to break my fall. Her clothes were taken off, her boots unlaced, her night-gown put on; but through it all Elsie slept, and she was the only one of the children who did not get the scolding she deserved that dreadful night. said Papa, "dinner isn't quite ready yet, you'll have time to rest a little after your walk down stairs. "Why, yes, darling, if you wish it so much," said Dr. Carr. There was a general shout. She laughed a great deal, and squeezed Dorry's arm very tight, but that was all. She is clumsy, impatient and short-tempered. John and The fact was that the verses for the others had taken so long that no time had been left for writing a valentine to herself. 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. Clover seemed to be very busy all the rest of that week. No grown-up dinner party The instant the hour came, all six children galloped up stairs. "Indeed I have," said her father. "The doctors think, as I do, that the injury to your spine is one which you will outgrow by and by, because you are so young and strong. March 19.—Forgit what did. "Papa!" sighed Katy. Their little girl is named 'Helen.' "There!" He must have some medicine, just like Philly. I – " but here Katy broke down. The other children had evidently been warned to say nothing; for once or twice Philly broke out with, "O Katy!" And I shan't teach in Sunday Don't you like the fings, Katy? 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. By and by John and Dorry trotted away on mysterious errands of their own. "When they come, I shall just cut them in two with my sword which Papa gave me. – her voice was lost in sobs. Clover and old Mary will keep watch, you know, and see if anything is wrong. In his hand he held something. He sits outside the window all day waiting for a chance to slip in and get at his pupil. She could not change her seat and follow the breeze about from window to window as other people could. Whip-Poor-Will And Katy-Did. Very soon the side-gate swung open, and Philly came round the corner of the house. cried the children, immensely tickled. Katy couldn't help laughing, it was so funny, and so like Imogen. You can judge whether Katy and Clover were pleased or not. Here, give me the slate. A 13-year-old girl is more than her widowed father can handle at times, even with help from her aunt, until a tragic accident changes her outlook on life. "I wish something would happen," she often said to herself. He had grown into a big boy. She's an example to us all, Katy, and I couldn't ask anything better than to have my little girls take pattern after her. Then, opening the gate, she called: "John! Katy and her siblings are not exactly 'purposefully' bad, but they certainly don't stop to think about their actions either. Each mouthful was a pleasure; and when the last crumb had vanished, Katy produced the second basket, and there, oh, delightful surprise! Her name is Love; 'tis very plain "Is it yours, Cousin Helen? It appeared that this happy thought of getting Cousin Helen to the "Celebration," was Clover's. "But, Katy, I came up to shut your door. She could not find her things. But Imogen, who, for the first time, seemed comfortable, began to talk. But doleful as the days were, they were not so bad as the nights, when, after Aunt Izzie was asleep, Katy would lie wide awake, and have long, hopeless fits of crying. "It is a sweet and tender portrayal of childhood, and the young heroine makes a warm friend of every reader. Nerves, you know, are the things we feel with. She drinks tea always, I believe. The idea of children with dusty boots going in there to sit! ", "Perhaps you did," Katy would reply, "but you see I never saw it before, so it made no impression. and Elsie hugged Katy, and sobbed for pleasure. They are loving little things, and are so sorry for you now, that nothing you do makes them angry. When they do that, it seems to me it comes too near the edge of falsehood to be very safe or pleasant. She lived in the town of Burnet, which wasn't a very big town, but was growing as fast as it knew how. It was no use, after this, for Aunt Izzie to make rules about going into the Blue-room. Or if I don't do that, I'll paint pictures, or sing, or When all was ready, Katy broke her plan to her beloved Marianne, and easily persuaded her to run away and take possession of this new home. One is a smooth handle. cried Cecy, "it wouldn't have been a tragedy then. At the close of the piece he was found to be in tears. gasped poor Mrs. Knight, almost unable to speak for horror. Dr. Carr, stopping in the hall to glance over his newspaper, heard the high-pitched voice running on in the parlor. John, and Elsie, and Dorry, all pouted when they heard this order. "How sweet you are, Katy! she gasped, looking very much frightened. But when night came on and nurse swooped on Katy and Clover and carried them off to bed, Miss O'Riley began to think that the garret was a dreadful place. Both … "'I want you to turn out all these physic bottles, and make your room pleasant and pretty for me to come and sit in. "Y-e-s," replied Katy, doubtfully, "only a great, great deal prettier.". They spoke very little English, and as Katy didn't know a word of German, their intercourse was confined to smiles, and to the giving of bunches of flowers, which Katy used to tie up and present to them whenever they passed the gate. ", The visit was evidently not a success. replied Katy, But pretty soon, noticing Katy's burning cheeks and excited eyes, he calmed himself, sent the others all away, and sat down to soothe and quiet her with gentle words. Many little boxes and jars came also, and a long row of phials and bottles, filled with home-made physic and herb teas.   Me on when I am very dull; Oh, how good everything tasted in that bower, with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves, sunshine and sweet wood-smells about them, and birds singing overhead! ", "Do you like it?" Katy did take a good rest, but she was very tired next day. Only I kept hold of the arm all the time! It's for you to ring when you want anybody to come," explained Elsie. So long as she was forced to stay in bed, Katy could not be grateful for anything that was done for her. Everything seemed dull and hateful. Such a merry morning as they had! Katy was feverish. Is School going to 'let out,' just as Cousin Helen's hymn said? asked Clover, anxious to change the subject, for Elsie's voice was growing plaintive. Would you please fetch it and let me see, Aunt Izzie? But when they reached the asparagus boughs her face fell. "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! She gave Aunt Izzie an exact description of the desk she wanted. These were the kind of things Aunt Izzie was saying all day long. The choir sat at the end, behind a low, green curtain, which slipped from side to side on rods. . Nothing amused her. Cousin Helen had done her good, already. All his pretty baby curls were cut off, and his frocks had given place to jacket and trousers. At last Elsie, sobbing violently, explained that Dorry had locked the door, and now the key wouldn't turn, and they couldn't open it. Then she could almost touch the cross-beam above it, and through the small square window could see pigeons sitting and pluming themselves on the eaves of the barn and white clouds blowing over the blue sky. When he reached the top of the stairs, the cries ceased. "What's the matter?"   And learn my lessons, I shall be Dorry's was opened first. rose-bush, budded over with fresh green eaves. Dorry was apt to be disconsolate if he was kept waiting for his meals. "In bed!" "Oh, thank you, Cousin Helen!" 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. I thought they were cleaning the dining-room. But nobody heard her, and the children vanished into the shed, where nothing could be seen but a distant flapping of pantalettes and frilled trousers, going up what seemed to be a ladder, farther back in the shed. The color flashed over her face, and she held by the door-knob to support herself. I found the book, this morning, in the nursery closet.". There is no royal road to walking any more than there is to learning. "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! The cookies had scalloped edges and caraway seeds inside, and were very nice. ROBERTS BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, BOSTON, Messrs. Roberts Brothers' Publications. "Miss Petingill has brought home my new dress. The Hill We Climb: Watch the inauguration poem in full. Mrs. Knight rang the bell. Read a Q&A with Asghar about her curatorial process, learn more about the 2021 guest editors , and revisit the 2020 guest editors and the poems they curated. And, side by side on a cherry-tree twig, Then they halted, with a queer look of hesitation on Already she seemed to see them dancing war-dances round the unfortunate bonnet, pinning it on a pole, using it as a foot-ball, waving it over the fence, and otherwise treating it as Indians treat a captive taken in war. No baby of a year old was ever prouder of his first steps than she. To guess if it be – Love or Pain. It's just as she says: one invalid at a time is enough in a house. Her propensity to fall violently in love with new people was always getting her into scrapes. ", "Oh yes – prettier, I think. "'What is that?' These delightful secrets took up so much of her thoughts, that Katy scarcely found time to wonder at the absence of the children, who generally haunted her room, but who for three days back had hardly been seen. Corn befe for dinnir. A day begun in this manner is pretty sure to end badly, as most of us know. "Don't you think St Valentine would be tired of writing verses?" crusade and ride on a white horse, with armor and a helmet on my head, and The continuing story of Katy Carr, recounting the time she spent at boarding school with her sister Clover. because of its darkness and coolness. ENTERING PARADISE. Oh, what a wise man Papa is!". This was Clover, little Clover still, though more than two years had passed since we saw her last, and she was now over fourteen. – Providence Journal. A constant feud raged between the two schools as to the respective merits of the teachers and the instruction. But these stories made no impression on any of the children except little Phil, and the self-willed brood kept on their way, and climbed their spiked posts as often as they liked. You know some people always do, when they go out visiting. She is best known for her classic children's novel What Katy Did (1872). Then followed a short interval of Cornelia Perham, a nice, good-natured girl, whose father was a fruit-merchant. ", "Why, Katy!" The three girls came out into the hall; Clover and Katy looked scared, and even the Enchanter of the Brigand quite crest-fallen. "She wouldn't tell secrets to a silly little girl like you. Dorry, at last, announced that he wished Cousin Helen would just stay at home. "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. 1. April 1.—Have dissided not to kepe a Clover and Elsie, who had been thinking pretty much the same thing in private, were glad to hear that she was on her way to a Water Cure, and would stay only four days. Katy began to appreciate for the first time how much she had learned to rely on her aunt. said Katy, her eyes filling with sudden tears. replied Clover. She scolded them well, and declared they were troublesome children, who couldn't be trusted one moment out of sight, and that she was more than half sorry she had promised to go to the Lecture that evening. "Oh!" It was ten o'clock before all was done, and Papa and Aunt Izzie went away. It was too bad," ended Katy, half laughing and half crying, "to burn up the new chapter and all. Next she ventured to let go the chair, and stand alone. This, of course, made a draft, and sent the paper right upward. shrieked Elsie, who at that moment spied her desk, "Santa Claus did bring it, after all! In winter the ground was damp and boggy, so that nobody went there, excepting cows, who don't mind … There isn't going to be any dinner to-day, 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. cried Katy, all the more angry because she was conscious of having enjoyed it herself, "that's what you do with your horrid hymns, frightening us to death and making Phil cry!" Katy, the oldest, was twelve years old; little Phil, the youngest, was four, and the rest fitted in between. asked Dorry, who had listened to this narrative with open mouth. Such language from a Brigand! When did you get it? "Oh, no, Dorry, you mustn't be hungry till the bower is ready!" It was a cracked one, and not safe. 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. A pewter tea-set; 2d. "I will!" cried the little girls, alarmed, for Dorry was apt to be disconsolate if he was kept waiting for his meals. "Cousin Helen gave me a half-dollar, and told me to give it to Debby, and tell her she was much obliged to her for making such nice things to eat. She didn't seem to belong exactly to either the older or the younger children. On the whole, Sunday was a sweet and pleasant day, and the children thought so; but, from its being so much quieter than other days, they always got up on Monday full of life and mischief, and ready to fizz over at any minute, like champagne bottles with the wires just cut. Clover; and gave Elsie a push. Find and share the perfect poems. Sure enough, there was a stamp stuck on the frame. Katy and Clover stared, as well they might. WAS sitting in the meadows one day, not long ago, at a place where there was a small brook. "Oh, if somebody would only help me!" cakes. When the sermon began they would draw the curtain aside and show themselves, all ready to listen, but the rest of the time they kept it shut. "Among the multitude of minor novels which are now appearing (for what but minor novels are well-written stories for the young? "Yes, my love, I think you are," said Dr. Carr, seizing Phil and giving him a toss into the air. So Imogen sat down and began to rattle on in her usual manner, while Elsie, from behind Katy's chair, took a wide-awake survey of her dress. "Please let Katy bring it up!" In her hand she held a heap of stockings, which she waved triumphantly. "Aunt Izzie put a fing out of a bottle on it, and the bump all went away. "After all we didn't promise," said Cecy. And some day, when I am bending over an old woman, and feeding her with currant jelly, a poet will come along and see me, and he'll go home and write a poem about me," concluded Cecy, triumphantly. For to the imaginations of the children, Cousin Helen was as interesting and unreal as anybody in the Fairy Tales: Cinderella, or Blue-Beard, or dear Red Riding-Hood herself. No grown person had been allowed to help in the least. She had taken a dreadful cold in her head, and the poplar-tree fairy, she said. Aunt Izzie isn't going to scold you." Why didn’t Clover and Cecy mind at being kept away from Katy’s room? The poem was written on October 12, 1962, four months before her death and one month after her separation from Ted Hughes.It was published posthumously in Ariel during 1965 alongside many other of her poems leading up to her death such as "Tulips” and "Lady Lazarus." ", "No – the spine is a bone. If you ask Katy, What she did Then Katy might tell you. There was a bright fire in the grate. The time seemed very long till the next afternoon, when Cousin Helen was expected. Then she began to arrange the flowers, touching each separate one gently, as if she loved it. 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