Will you?"
"Of course I will!" said Clover, who was a born housewife, and dearly
loved to act as Katy's prime minister.
"Sha'n't I fetch you the pincushion too, while I'm there?"
"Oh yes, please do! I want to measure."
"Katy," said Elsie, "those mats of mine are most done, and I would like
to finish them and put them on Papa's washstand before he comes back.
Mayn't I stop practising now, and bring my crochet up here instead?"
"Will there be plenty of time to learn the new exercise before Miss
Phillips comes, if you do?"
"I think so, plenty. She doesn't come till Friday, you know."
"Well, then it seems to me that you might just as well as not. And
Elsie, dear, run into papa's room first, and bring me the drawer out of
his table. I want to put that in order myself."
Elsie went cheerfully. She laid the drawer across Katy's lap, and Katy
began to dust and arrange the contents. Pretty soon Clover joined them.
"Here's the cushion," she said. "Now we'll have a nice quiet time all by
ourselves, won't we? I like this sort of day, when nobody comes in to
interrupt us."
Somebody tapped at the door, as she spoke. Katy called out, "Come!" And
in marched a tall, broad-shouldered lad, with a solemn, sensible face,
and a little clock carried carefully in both his hands.
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