Next time you come I'll take you out there.
Pa has gone to Mane on bizness.
He said I must take care of the house, so I've borrowed Jim's gun, and if any robers come I mean to shoot them.
I always go to sleep with a broom agenst the door, so as to wake up when they open it.
This morning I thought they had come, for the broom was gone, and the gun too; but it was only Briget.
She opened the door, and it fell down; but I didn't wake up, so she took it away, and put the gun in the closset.
I was mad, I can tell you.
"This is only a short letter, but I hope you will answer it soon.
Give my love to Katy, and tell Dorry that if he likes I'll send him my compas for his machenery, because I've got two.
"Your affectionate Cousin,
"Clarence Page."
This was the last of the budget.
As Clover folded it up, she was dismayed by the tinkle of the tea-bell.
"Oh, dear!" she cried, "there's tea, and I have not finished my letter to Elsie.
Where has the afternoon gone!
How splendid it has been!
I wish I could have four letters every day as long as I live."
CHAPTER XI. CHRISTMAS BOXES.
October was a delightful month, clear and sparkling; but early in November the weather changed, and became very cold.
Thick frosts fell, every leaf vanished from the woods, in the gardens only blackened stalks remained to show where once the summer flowers had been.
In spite of the stove outside the door, No. 2 began to be chilly; more than once Katy found her tooth-brush stiff with ice in the morning. It was a fore-taste of the what the winter was to be, and the girls shivered at the prospect.
Toward the end of November Miss Jane caught a heavy cold.
Unsparing of herself as of others, she went on hearing her classes as usual; and nobody paid much attention to her hoarseness and flushed cheeks, until she grew so much worse that she was forced to go to bed.
There she stayed for nearly four weeks. It made a great change in the school; and the girls found it such a relief to have her sharp voice and eyes taken away that I am afraid they were rather glad of her illness than otherwise.
Katy shared in this feeling of relief.
She did not like Miss Jane; it was pleasant not to have to see her or hear of her.
But as day after day passed, and still she continued ill, Katy's conscience began to prick.
One night she lay awake a long time, and heard Miss Jane coughing violently.
Katy feared she was very sick, and wondered who took care of her all night and all day.
None of the girls went near her. The servants were always busy.
And Mrs. Nipson, who did not love Miss Jane, was busy too.
In the morning, while studying and practising, Katy caught herself thinking over this question.
At last she asked Miss Marsh,—
"How is Miss Jane to-day?"
"About the same.
She is not dangerously ill, the doctor says; but she coughs a great deal, and has some fever."
"Is anybody sitting with her?"
"Oh, no! there's no need of any one.
Susan answers the bell, and she has her medicine on the table within reach."
It sounded forlorn enough.
Katy had lived in a sick-room so long herself that she knew just how dreary it is for an invalid to be left alone with "medicine within reach," and some one to answer a bell.
She began to feel sorry for Miss Jane, and almost without intending it went down the entry, and tapped at her door.
The "Come in!" sounded very faint; and Miss Jane as she lay in bed looked weak and dismal, and quite unlike the sharp, terrible person whom the girls feared so much.
She was amazed at the sight of Katy, and made a feeble attempt to hold up her head and speak as usual.
"What is it, Miss Carr?"
"I only came to see how you are," said Katy, abashed at her own daring,
"You coughed so much last night that I was afraid you were worse.
Isn't there something I could do for you?"
"Thank you," said Miss Jane, "you are very kind."
Think of Miss Jane's thanking anybody, and calling anybody kind!