She clutched
after it as it flew, but too late. Once, twice, thrice, it flapped, then
it disappeared over the edge, and Katy, flying after, saw it lying a
crumpled lilac heap in the very middle of the enemy's yard.
This was horrible! Not merely losing the bonnet, for Katy was
comfortably indifferent as to what became of her clothes, but to lose it
_so_. In another minute the Miller girls would be out. Already she
seemed to see them dancing war-dances round the unfortunate bonnet,
pinning it on a pole, using it as a football, waving it over the fence,
and otherwise treating it as Indians treat a captive taken in war. Was
it to be endured? Never! Better die first! And with very much the
feeling of a person who faces destruction rather than forfeit honor,
Katy set her teeth, and sliding rapidly down the roof, seized the fence,
and with one bold leap vaulted into Miss Miller's yard.
Just then the recess bell tinkled; and a little Millerite who sat by the
window, and who, for two seconds, had been dying to give the exciting
information, squeaked out to the others: "There's Katy Carr in our
back-yard!"
Out poured the Millerites, big and little. Their wrath and
indignation at this daring invasion cannot be described.
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