"Oh, no!" replied Katy, "quite different; for you see I mean to _do_
something grand. I don't know what, yet; but when I'm grown up I shall
find out." (Poor Katy always said "when I'm grown up," forgetting how
very much she had grown already.) "Perhaps," she went on, "it will be
rowing out in boats, and saving peoples' lives, like that girl in the
book. Or perhaps I shall go and nurse in the hospital, like Miss
Nightingale. Or else I'll head a crusade and ride on a white horse, with
armor and a helmet on my head, and carry a sacred flag. Or if I don't do
that, I'll paint pictures, or sing, or scalp--sculp,--what is it? you
know--make figures in marble. Anyhow it shall be _something_. And when
Aunt Izzie sees it, and reads about me in the newspapers she will say,
'The dear child! I always knew she would turn out an ornament to the
family,' People very often say, afterward, that they 'always knew,'"
concluded Katy sagaciously.
"Oh, Katy! how beautiful it will be!" said Clover, clasping her hands.
Clover believed in Katy as she did in the Bible.
"I don't believe the newspapers would be so silly as to print things
about _you_, Katy Carr," put in Elsie, vindictively.
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