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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.
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