"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps because I had so much as it was,--enough to last all my life, I think, though I _should_ like to go again. You can't imagine what beautiful pictures are put away in my memory." "I don't see that you had so awfully much," said the aggravated Clover; "you were there only a little more than six months,--for I don't count the sea,--and ever so much of that time was taken up with nursing Amy. You can't have any pleasant pictures of _that_ part of it." "Yes, I have, some." "Well, I should really like to know what. There you were in a dark room, frightened to death and tired to death, with only Mrs. Ashe and the old nurse to keep you company--Oh, yes, that brother was there part of the time; I forgot him--" Clover stopped short in sudden amazement. Katy was standing with her back toward her, smoothing her hair, but her face was reflected in the glass. At Clover's words a sudden deep flush had mounted in Katy's cheeks. Deeper and deeper it burned as she became conscious of Clover's astonished gaze, till even the back of her neck was pink. Then, as if she could not bear it any longer, she put the brush down, turned, and fled out of the room; while Clover, looking after her, exclaimed in a tone of sudden comical dismay,-- "What does it mean? Oh, dear me! is that what Katy is going to do next?"