God is going to let you go to His school – where He teaches all sorts of beautiful things to people. "I could do it alone, I think. And I think that in spite of drawbacks, the little scholar, on the whole, was learning her lesson pretty well. "I mean to have a black silk dress, and pink roses in my bonnet, and a white muslin long-shawl," said Cecy; "and I mean to look exactly like Minerva Clark! But Katy was too weak and shaken not to cry. gasped poor Mrs. Knight, almost unable to speak for horror. A. Day after day she asked Papa with quivering lip: "Mayn't I get up and go down stairs this morning?" 1871: New-Year's Bargain, The [Tales. A chapter is dedicated by Jessie Hudgins: But the cardinal did not seem to be vain. At What Katie Did you'll find authentic Retro Lingerie … One handsome, square, 16mo volume, bound in cloth. So they went up stairs. It is often so with sick people. "Why don't you make her wait till morning? "Oh, the loveliest girl! "How do you know she's so sweet and self-denying if you've known her such a short time?" But it is everything to be started in the right path. Critique Poetry; Haikus and More; Teen Forums. she had better know the truth." Not the least tiny, weeny mite?". But now I'll She missed her dreadfully. ", "Then you might ask Aunt Izzie to take away the others. "A nail-brush," answered Aunt Izzie; "Clover needed a new one.". What Katy Did. So in they marched, Katy and Cecy Dear me! I wish you would let me try. There were two apiece; and as the last was finished, Katy put her hand in her pocket, and, amid great applause, produced the crowning addition to the repast – seven long brown sticks of cinnamon. She had grown accustomed to her invalid life at last, and was cheerful in it, and he thought it unwise to make her restless, by exciting hopes which might after all end in fresh disappointment. And all the children answered at once: "Splendiferous!". Katy came to meet them as they entered. Behold, it was day-time, and there was Philly in his night-gown, climbing up on the bed to kiss her! ", Katy heard this with a mingled feeling of pleasure and pain. "If you won't tell," said Katy, "I'll let you see Dorry's journal. They are loving little things, and are so sorry for you now, that nothing you do makes them angry. She had just tucked them warmly in, when for the first time she missed Elsie. As they neared Dr. Carr's gate, Maria Fiske exclaimed, at the sight of a pretty bunch of flowers lying in the middle of the side-walk: "Oh my!" "It is not too much to say that nothing more interesting or more wholesome is offered this year for older boys and girls. "N-o!" by the gate, and when her scholars go by on their way home, I'll put Lubin's "What shall we do now?" By Susan Coolidge, 1835-1905. Four tall locust trees shaded the gravel path which led to the front gate. But Dr. Carr had gone into the country to see somebody who was very sick, and couldn't possibly be back till to-morrow. In a great book; the higher class A discussion of the Lava on Iceland and erasure for KR Conversations. From that time on, they were what she called "not fit to be seen." How different from my poor Katy! It was a large square house, white, with green blinds, and had a porch in front, over which roses and clematis made a thick bower. But Dr. Carr would not interfere. 'I took dinner at the Rock House at Christmas. He kept a few books locked up, and then turned her loose in the Library. Philly was playing before breakfast that it was a pig; no wonder, I'm sure, for it looks good for nothing else. She didn't fold her hands, and she didn't look patient, but absolutely glad and merry. Katy did take a good rest, but she was very tired next day. "You take more pain than you used, Mademoiselle," he said one day; "if you go on so, you shall be my best scholar. It was not such hard work as it sounds. "Oh, Katy! Then she could almost touch the cross-beam above it, and through the small square window could see pigeons sitting and pluming themselves on the eaves of the barn and white clouds blowing over the blue sky. Narrow, winding paths ran here and there, made by the cattle as "For I should be sorry to think that you really admired such silly manners. Not till to-morrow. ", "That depends on how fast you get well," replied the doctor; "not long, I hope. And you were a bee, It and the spoons travelled about in a little basket which hung on her arm, and was never allowed to be out of her sight, even when the family she was sewing for were the honestest people in the world. The characters are well sustained, and are the natural result of the surrounding influences; the portraits are deftly painted, and the lights and shades of human life are photographed with a keen perceptive power. EYEBRIGHT. But recollect, Katy, this is not to happen again. There were dirty glasses on the table. And I shan't teach in Sunday I wonder how long she's going to stay?". And I want to do so many things. ", Katy stared at Cousin Helen's smooth brow and glossy hair. Then, opening the gate, she called: "John! Anyhow it shall be something. questioned Cecy. "Did I wake you up, Katy?" anything we didn't want to. High bushes almost met over it, and trees kept it shady, even in the middle of the day. It is something delicious, I can assure you. "Yes indeed," said Katy, laughing and blinking as Dorry waved the spider to and fro before her eyes. Aunt Izzie must have been a witch, indeed, to make it hold out. ", Katy clasped her hands in despair. "Very well, thank you," replied Katy, thinking that she never saw Mrs. Worrett look half so fat before, and wondering how she was to entertain her. poor.   She softly passes to and fro. Here, Maria, take 'em if you like. A sort of white flower grew there, which the children called Pollypods, because they didn't know the real name. It's just as she says: one invalid at a time is enough in a house. There was a general shout. What was it that she saw? Read a Q&A with Asghar about her curatorial process, learn more about the 2021 guest editors , and revisit the 2020 guest editors and the poems they curated. John wished for a sled and a doll's tea-set, and the continuation of the Swiss Family Robinson. "And now, Katy, it's your "That was that all of them should hang their stockings up here to-morrow night instead of in the nursery. said Katy. "No, let me go. Each child gave his or her swallow a different name, as if the bottle were like Signor Blitz's and could pour out a dozen things at once. "What did you write, Phil? "I've been real horrid to you, Elsie. Directed by Stacey Stewart Curtis. No baby of a year old was ever prouder of his first steps than she. All the time she found herself taking measure of Imogen, and thinking – "Did I ever really like her? Nursery Songs and Kids Poem in English: Watch popular children's rhyme 'Piggy Bank' in English. She would peep and peer, and follow and watch, till at last, in some odd, unlikely place, the crotch of a tree, the middle of the asparagus bed, or, perhaps, on the very top step of the scuttle ladder, she spied the little paper box, with its load of notes, all ending with "Be sure and not let Elsie know." day," he declared, "and batter-puddings; not boiled ones, you know, She still had the little round curls stuck on to her cheeks, and Elsie wondered anew what kept them in their places. very good, too; as good as Mrs. Bedell, only a great deal prettier. ABC News By KATIE KINDELAN, ABC News ... "I was kind of like why in the world did I put rise in my poem five times." This was unwise of Aunt Izzie. "Why didn't you ask me before, Little Scholar?" They all revolved about her, and trusted her for everything. "Why, of course they're not ripe!" The boughs of the tree were hung with oranges, and nuts, and shiny red apples, and pop-corn balls, and strings of bright berries. The summer dragged on, and all who loved Katy rejoiced when it was over. It was a cracked one, and not safe. Aunt Izzie, coming in with a candle in her hand, stood in the doorway, astonished at the spectacle. she cried impatiently. It makes me feel worse, somehow.". Just opposite me was a clump of green rushes, with dark velvety spikes, and among them one single tall, red cardinal flower, which was bending over the brook as if to see its own beautiful face in the water. And please buy some little sheets of paper and envelopes, and a pen-handle; the prettiest you can find. ", "Oh yes – prettier, I think. What Katy Did (An extract from What Katy Did by Susan Coolidge) About the passage. But I'll never be again. Altogether it was a great day for the school, a day to be remembered. Clover is much too young for a housekeeper. I don't know what, yet; but when I'm grown up I shall find out." There is no royal road to walking any more than there is to learning. It was too bad," ended Katy, half laughing and half crying, "to burn up the new chapter and all. So had Clover. Mrs. Knight, coming back from dinner, was much amazed to see a crowd of people collected in front of her school. Email me when my story is published Email me when … "Cousin Helen and I are talking. beautiful lady—the most beautiful lady in the world! "Do set me down somewhere, uncle. And, oh, Clovy! But when she peeped into the second one, she saw Cousin Helen's handwriting, and she put it into her pocket, till the valentines should be read. surprise! And you were a fish, said Cousin Helen, so Papa said, "Yes.". Don't you like the fings, Katy? he exclaimed; "that's splendid, isn't it?". Mrs. Knight rang the bell. Their wrath and indignation at this daring invasion cannot be described. As she stood in the yard a woman put her head out of the window of the next house. said. In a few days it came out that Mr. Spenser was a very bad man, and had been making false money – counterfeiting, as grown people call it. She had called to say good-by. It was Santa Claus, of course. "And now, Katy, it's your turn," said Cecy; "tell us what you're going to be when you grow up. Aunt Izzie marched out of the room without saying anything. ", "Oh, was I?" papa!" asked Aunt Izzie, in an unpromising tone. Clover fetched a couple of baskets from the wood-shed. But Johnnie had no clear ideas as to "Poor child, anything to take her thoughts off herself!" And I wanted to teach the children. "Of course I will!" Katy Lederer earned her BA from the University of California-Berkeley and MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. What it was about, we shall see farther on. On the mantel-piece was a platter with bones of meat upon it. This preference made Katy jealous. Then came Elsie, a thin, brown child of eight, with beautiful dark eyes, and crisp, short curls covering the whole of her small head. Go up stairs at once and straighten it, before you do anything else. So it ended in their going to the orchard, where Imogen ate a great many plums and early apples, and really seemed to enjoy herself. Clover broke the seal. asked Papa, while Aunt Izzie gave a dissatisfied groan. No grown-up dinner party ", "No!" Cousin Helen looks tired.". "Everything's horrid. "My dear child," he said. They staid a long while picking bunches of these flowers, and then John and Dorry had to grub up an armful of sassafras roots; so that before they had fairly gone through Toadstool Avenue, Rabbit Hollow, and the rest, the sun was just over their heads, and it was noon. And what a pretty oil-cloth. Poor Debby! cried Elsie, executing little skips of transport. Once, when she was very small, she ran away with Katy's doll, and when Katy pursued, and tried to take it from her, Clover held fast and would not let go. The Path of Peace got its name any I shall go just out and dip a bottle in. In place of this Mamma, whom they recollected so dimly, there was Aunt Izzie, Papa's sister, who came to take care of them when Mamma went away on that long journey, from which, for so many months, the little ones kept hoping she might return. "Why no, of course not," said Clover, staring; "we made it ourselves.". Fatimah Asghar is January's guest editor. "Isn't it fun?" "That's right," proceeded Katy, who, as oldest and biggest, always took the lead in their plays. "Turn round, Cecy – a panier, I do declare – and a sash! Would you like some camphor or anything?". I wish I had one with me, so that I could read you a little bit. Her progress was slow, as Dr. Carr had predicted. Poem-a-Day is the original and only daily digital poetry series featuring over 250 new, previously unpublished poems by today’s talented poets each year. She came back after a while, with a perfectly straight face. be," replied Katy, from overhead; "beautiful, of course, and good if "There!" Why you should be little and I would be big, ", "Yes she would too," retorted Elsie, angrily. "Oh, nothing much," said Katy. You sha'n't stir till I have sewed it on properly.". He Can I get up again and go down stairs right away?". "And I!" The house she lived in stood on the edge of town. There was an ash-man, and a steam-boat captain. This time there was a perfect handful of letters. I knew inside I shouldn't, Even as I did, It was great fun. "Pooh!" The house never looked a bit better than it did that first day, but after a while Katy used to brush Mrs. Spenser's hair, and wash her face with the corner of a towel. "I don't think that would be nice at all. "As for your algebra," she said, "if it is that very dirty book with only one cover, and scribbled all over the leaves, you will find it under the kitchen-table. Sometimes Mrs. Spenser would be up and moving feebly about; but more often she was in bed, and Katy would sit beside her. "you'll drop it the first thing." All the house was neat, but somehow Aunt Izzie's rooms never were pretty. Then, beside the plate-basket, Miss Petingill never stirred without Tom, her tortoise-shell cat. Dr. Carr, who wasn't attending particularly, heard nothing but the pathetic tone of Clover's voice, as she said: "Me won't! She demands an explanation from Mary, who tells her exactly the real state of affairs. "Katy Carr!" almost screamed Miss Izzie, "what are you about? It did not take long, being composed of boughs hung over skipping-ropes, which were tied to the very poplar tree where the fairy lived who had recommended sassafras tea to the Fairy of the Rose. Aunt Izzie would gladly have forbidden them to go to the loft, but Dr. Carr had given his permission, so all she could do was to invent stories about children who had broken their bones in various dreadful ways, by climbing posts and ladders. Much against their will, John and Dorry were forced to wake up, and be slapped and scolded, and made ready for bed, Aunt Izzie standing over them all the while, like a dragon. was still only a far-off possibility; but in a chair with large wheels, with which she was rolling herself across the room. Be nice and sweet and patient, and a comfort to people. I've been thinking about it all day. How often we all do so! ", "But how did it happen that the string was off? wonderful sweetness: "I am a fairy, Dorry! The children minded her pretty well, but they didn't exactly love her, I fear. baskets, and the kitten. Sometimes it was an interesting book, or a new magazine, or some pretty little thing for the room. It seemed as strange as if Queen Victoria, gold crown and all, had invited herself to tea. Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the Submit Poem form. rose-bush and eat it up. Five o'clock came. The room looked bright and inviting. Did you ever hear the old saying about 'For the want of a nail the shoe was lost'?". ", "But I'll be more beautiful I see it now. "Yes – Aunt Izzie is a thing – and she has a nice pleasant handle too, if you just try to find it. She looked brighter and less listless than for days. "Just like you and me!" After the carpet is put down, I want you to dust the table, so as to be sure that everything is put back in the same place. Then she fell asleep. she asked in a timid voice. "You mustn't," she said, "it's about the Bible, you know. Behold – there was Phil, sitting up in bed, and crying for help. "How sweet!" Will you please go and remind her that she is not to touch them at all? Come here and kiss me, instead.". She set down the tray, and picking out a rose, laid it on the napkin beside the saucer of crimson raspberries. find poems find poets poem-a-day library (texts, books & more) materials for teachers poetry … "Oh, Elsie, run away!" And then, of course, she reads the Bible a great deal. But next day, when Clover happened to be in the room, she heard a sudden exclamation, and turning, there stood Katy, absolutely on her feet. – This is Sunday. It's too delightful to have you praise me – but you mustn't. "'John Billings has bought a new horse,'" continued Imogen; "hm, hm, hm – hm. She was not really severe, but Katy was too penitent and worn out to bear much, and before long was weeping like a waterspout, or like the ocean she had pretended to be. Katy. replied Katy, Stop crying, Elsie – do you hear me? But it was not easy to resist Katy's "Please! But late in the afternoon a dreadful screaming was heard, and when people rushed from all parts of the house to see what was the matter, behold, the nursery door was locked and nobody could get in. him so that he 'moo-ed' again, and galloped off as fast as he could into the RS. He's put in every one of Speckle's, and is just beginning on Dame Durden's. inquired Mrs. Worrett. Clover, running up stairs one day to her own room, stood transfixed at the sight of Katy sitting there, flushed, panting, but enjoying the surprise she caused. "They didn't want me to buy it," said he, "but I did! It is of the class of stories that come from the pen of Miss Yonge, and when this is said, enough is said by way of commendation. And Aunt Izzie was fond of her, you know. "Oh, it isn't – it's only twenty-five minutes. you know—make figures in marble. "Isn't it beau-ti-ful?" HE place to which the children were going was a sort of marshy thicket at the bottom of a field near the house. Still nobody answered. Everybody had one. 1872: What Katy Did or What Katy did at Home 1873: What Katy Did at School 1886: What Katy Did Next 1888: Clover 1890: In the High Valley Single books. At these times she would think of all the plans she had made for doing beautiful things when she was grown up. She even got so far as to sit on the step and watch the old woman at work. After writing for periodicals under the name "Susan Coolidge", she produced a book of short stories, A New-Year's Bargain, and then a series of juvenile novels, the most remembered of which are What Katy Did and various sequels. The last drop gone, and the last bit of cinnamon crunched, the company came to order again, for the purpose of hearing Philly repeat his one piece, –, which exciting poem he had said every Saturday as far back as they could remember. ", "Did you have a good time?" There was a sort of perilous pleasure in doing this. Cecy was the Platte; Marianne Brooks, a tall girl, the Mississippi; Alice Blair, the Ohio; Clover, the Penobscot; and so on. Come out right away. She is best known for her classic children's novel What Katy Did (1872). It was certainly splendid fun.   Am puzzled to tell how it is, I didn't fancy that little girl at all yesterday. Katy missed twice in her grammar lesson, and lost her place in the class. "Can't you tell by the taste? cried John and Dorry both together. "Never mind, Mary, I'll talk to Alexander about it, and he shall make it all nice.". reply; "you're a giraffe—Pa said so!". You might do almost anything you liked with them. said Clover. I'm ever so much obliged. "'Then, another thing," continued her father. The little group settled down again to their work. The characters in What Katy Did were based on the author Sarah Woolsey and her family. "I'm going to make my aunt a visit," said Alice Blair. You never looked so nice before in your life!" "Papa," she said, after dinner, "who is Alex, that you and Cousin Helen were talking about? GUERNSEY LILY; Answer the following questions. "The parlor!" up his fore-paw, to see if his nose was on or not. The sofa had been wheeled round with its back to the light. The big bottle was set in a corner, and a stack of cookies built up around it. "Debby was real good-natured to-day, and let me put my own hand into the box, so I picked out the longest sticks there were. And if ever I do get well, the children will be almost grown up, and they won't need me.". If it's just for one day, do ask her! "It is a sweet and tender portrayal of childhood, and the young heroine makes a warm friend of every reader. Video The Hill We Climb: Watch the inauguration poem in full. ", "I'm glad! Even demure Cecy was pleased, and Dorry and John kicked their heels on the ground in a tumult of joy. Such a long, long afternoon as that was! To guess if it be – Love or Pain. fresh and green, and full of delightful things—wild roses, and sassafras, and she cried. and were in constant terror lest some hungry cow should take a fancy to the Thirty-three! said Clover, as a little tinkle sounded up stairs; "I'll ask her if you like.". a leaf with her finger, "it was in great danger one night last winter, but "But doesn't it make Cousin Helen feel bad, when she sees them walking about and enjoying themselves, and she can't move?" It was like reading an interesting book to see all the new things, and the little changes. But I haven't heard anything about her since. "We shall have to run," gasped Katy, quite out of breath. "Now, children, it's no use for you to stand there asking questions; I haven't got time to answer them. "She didn't." "Is there really any fairy?" How good the dear Teacher has been to me!". "I never could see into these sudden friendships of yours, Katy, and I'd rather you wouldn't invite this Imogen, or whatever her name is, till I've had a chance to ask somebody about her. Whenever she stopped to think about her height she became very awkward, and felt as if she were all legs and elbows, and angles and joints. Katy's name was Katy Carr. It breaks and she damages her spine. said John; and Dorry replied, "Yes; we never had such good times before Katy was sick, did we? "This girl had a dear old father," went on Cousin Helen, "who used to come every day and sit beside her bed. He motioned the children to stand back. Valentine. "Not all the time," replied Katy, "because you know she'll get tired, and have to take naps in the afternoons. "A bower!" 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