Dorry was much affronted.
"I shall just go and tell Aunt Izzie what you called me," he said,
getting up in a great pet.
But Clover, who was a born peacemaker, caught hold of his arm, and her
coaxings 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 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_. And I'd like to have a large house and a splendiferous
garden, and then you could all come and live with me, and we would play
in the garden, and Dorry should have turkey five times a day if he
liked. And we'd have a machine to darn the stockings, and another
machine to put the bureau drawers in order, and we'd never sew or knit
garters, or do anything we didn't want to. That's what I'd like to _be_.
But now I'll tell you what I mean to _do_."
"Isn't it the same thing?" asked Cecy.
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