"There's a piece of my hair in it," she said. "Why, Elsie, darling,
what's the matter? Don't cry so!"
"Oh, you're s-o beautiful, and s-o sweet!" sobbed Elsie; "and you're
go-o-ing away."
Dorry had a box of dominoes, and John a solitaire board. For Phil there
appeared a book--"The History of the Robber Cat."
"That will remind you of the night when the thieves came and chewed your
india-rubbers," said Cousin Helen, with a mischievous smile. They all
laughed, Phil loudest of all.
Nobody was forgotten. There was a notebook for Papa, and a set of ivory
tablets for Aunt Izzie. Even Cecy was remembered. Her present was "The
Book of Golden Deeds," with all sorts of stories about boys and girls
who had done brave and good things. She was almost too pleased to speak.
"Oh, thank you, Cousin Helen!" she said at last. Cecy wasn't a
cousin, but she and the Carr children were in the habit of sharing
their aunts and uncles, and relations generally, as they did their
other good things.
Next day came the sad parting. All the little ones stood at the gate,
to wave their pocket-handkerchiefs as the carriage drove away. When it
was quite out of sight, Katy rushed off to "weep a little weep," all
by herself.
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