What Katy Did At School | Page 3

continued: "Don't look so woeful, Pussy. Alexander shall drive out for
you; but if you want to stay longer, you may send him back with a note
to say what day you would like to have him come again. Will that do?"
"Oh, yes!" said Elsie, wiping her eyes; "that will do beautifully, papa.
Only, it seems such a pity that Alexander should have to go twice when
it's so hot; for we're perfectly sure to want to stay a week."

Papa only laughed, as he kissed her. All being settled the children
began to get ready. It was quite an excitement packing the bags, and
deciding what to take and what not to take. Elsie grew bright and gay
with the bustle. Just to think of being in the country,--the cool green
country,--made her perfectly happy, she declared. The truth was, she
was a little feverish and not quite well, and didn't know exactly how
she felt or what she wanted.
The drive out was pleasant, except that Alexander upset John's gravity,
and hurt Elsie's dignity very much, by inquiring, as they left the gate,
"Do the little misses know where it is that they want to go?" Part of the
way the road ran through woods. They were rather boggy woods; but
the dense shade kept off the sun, and there was a spicy smell of
evergreens and sweet fern. Elsie felt that the good time had fairly begun
and her spirits rose with every turn of the wheels.
By and by they left the woods, and came out again into the sunshine.
The road was dusty, and so were the fields, and the ragged sheaves of
corn-stalks, which dotted them here and there, looked dusty too. Piles
of dusty red apples lay on the grass, under the orchard trees. Some
cows going down a lane toward their milking shed, mooed in a
dispirited and thirsty way, which made the children feel thirsty also.
"I want a drink of water awfully," said John. "Do you suppose it's much
farther? How long will it be before we get to Mrs. Worrett's,
Alexander?"
"'Most there, miss," replied Alexander, laconically.
Elsie put her head out of the carriage, and looked eagerly round. Where
was the delightful farm? She saw a big, pumpkin-colored house by the
roadside, a little farther on; but surely that couldn't be it. Yes:
Alexander drew up at the gate, and jumped down to lift. them out. It
really was! The surprise quite took away her breath.
She looked about. There were the woods, to be sure, but half a mile
away across the fields. Near the house, there were no trees at all; only
some lilac bushes at one side; there was no green grass either. A gravel

path took up the whole of the narrow front yard; and, what with the
blazing color of the paint and the wide-awake look of the blindless
windows, the house had somehow the air of standing on tip-toe and
staring hard at something,--the dust in the road, perhaps; for there
seemed to be nothing to stare at.
Elsie's heart sank indescribably, as she and John got very slowly out of
the carryall, and Alexander, putting his arm over the fence, rapped
loudly at the front door. It was some minutes before the rap was
answered. Then a heavy step was heard creaking through the hall, and
somebody began fumbling at an obstinate bolt, which would not move.
Next, a voice which they recognized as Mrs. Worrett's called: "Isaphiny,
Isaphiny, come and see if you can open this door."
"How funny!" whispered Johnnie, beginning to giggle.
"Isaphiny" seemed to be upstairs; for presently they heard her running
down, after which a fresh rattle began at the obstinate bolt. But still the
door did not open, and at length Mrs. Worrett put her lips to the
keyhole, and asked,--
"Who is it?"
The voice sounded so hollow and ghostly, that Elsie jumped, as she
answered: "It's I, Mrs. Worrett,--Elsie Carr. And Johnnie's here, too."
"Ts, ts, ts!" sounded from within, and then came a whispering; after
which Mrs. Worrett put her mouth again to the keyhole, and called out:
"Go round to the back, children. I can't make this door open anyway.
It's swelled up with the damp."
"Damp!" whispered Johnnie; "why, it hasn't rained since the third week
in August; papa said so yesterday."
"That's nothing, Miss Johnnie," put in Alexander, overhearing her.
"Folks hereaway don't open their front doors much,--only for weddings
and funerals and such like. Very likely this has stood shut these five
years. I know the last time I drove Miss Carr out, before she died, it

was just so; and she had to go round to the back, as you're a-doing
now."
John's eyes grew wide with wonder; but