"I'm afraid I can't tell you. Wait, I will try. O yes! it comes back to me;--a silver-gray _shot_ poplin, or silk, made full, but, I think, quite plain; a large red Cashmere shawl, rather more crimson and less scarlet than they usually are,--it glowed gloriously out from the gray;--then some kind of a thin, gray bonnet, with large gray and crimson crape and velvet flowers in it,--hibiscus or passion-flowers, or really I don't know what,--that seemed just to marry the dress to the shawl." "Pretty well for you, Katy! Rather heavy for the season; but I suppose she was afraid of this east wind. You liked her, then?" "Very much." "So does the Doctor, always. Some people call her proud; but he says, that is only their way of expressing their view of the fact that she has a good deal to make her so, and more than enough to make them so, if they had it instead of her." "I dare say. I should not think she was a person to take liberties with; but she was very sweet and kind to me." "You are not a person to take liberties with anybody, nor to have any taken with you; and so _I_ dare say she recognized a kindred spirit." "Now, Julia, by your paying me such a compliment as that, I am certain you must want to have your bonnet taken up stairs for you; and so you shall." "Ah! now I shall always know what string to pull when I wish to put a skilful attendant in motion. Phil would take my bonnet up stairs for me in a moment, if I bade him; but when I went up myself after it, it would be sure to stare me in the face, topsy-turvy, _dumped_ bolt upright on the feather." CHAPTER VI. In another fortnight we had another Physick in the family. His papa called him "a little dose," and his mamma a "pill," in contradistinction to her previous "Phil." Proving peaceful and reflective, he also soon earned for himself the title of "the infant _Phil_osopher." Mrs. Physick did not like the society of Mrs. Rocket, the nurse, whom the Doctor had chosen "on account of the _absence_ of her conversational powers." Mrs. Physick was accordingly always trying to get me into her chamber to sit with her. Mrs. Rocket accordingly did not like me, and was always trying to get me out. Between these two contending powers above, and the butcher, the baker, and candlestick-maker below, I was neither solitary nor idle.