BY
SUSAN COOLIDGE
[She paid a visit to the little garden.FRONTISPIECE.]
This Story is Dedicated
TO
THE MANY LITTLE GIRLS
(SOME OF THEM GROWN TO BE GREAT GIRLS NOW),
Who, during the last twelve years, have begged thatsomethingmore might be told them about KATY CARR, and what she didafterleaving school.
SHE PAID A VISIT TO THE LITTLE GARDEN
"SHE WAS HAVING THE MEASLES ON THE BACK SHELF OF THE CLOSET, YOU KNOW"
KATY WAS FEEDING GRETCHEN OUT OF A BIG BOWL FULL OF BREAD AND MILK
AMY WAS LEFT IN PEACE WITH HER FAWN
AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.
The September sun was glinting cheerfully into a prettybedroomfurnished with blue. It danced on the glossy hair and bright eyesof twogirls, who sat together hemming ruffles for a white muslin dress.Thehalf-finished skirt of the dress lay on the bed; and as eachcrispruffle was completed, the girls added it to the snowy heap, whichlookedlike a drift of transparent clouds or a pile of foamywhite-of-eggbeaten stiff enough to stand alone.
These girls were Clover and Elsie Carr, and it was