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The last day of su out in a fierce storm of rain which swept in sheets across the Silverton hills, hiding the pond fro the s of the farmhouse, whose inmates were nevertheless unmindful of the storht and fair, such as the day should be which brought them back their Katy Nearly worn out with constant reference was her letter, theit up fro to herself, the place where Katy had told how blessed it would be "to rest again on mother's bed," just as she had often wished to do, "and heartallow candle, with its long, s old Uncle Eph," and the rides into the fields which she should have with hi mostly from memory the words: "Good old Aunt Betsy, with her skirts so limp and short, tell her she will look handsomer to me than the fairest belle at Newport;" and as often as Aunt Betsy read it she would ejaculate: "The land! what kind of co next if Helen had never written of the hoop, for which she had paid a dollar, and which was carefully hung in her closet, waiting for the event of to-ee had been let down and one breadth added to accommodate the hoop On the whole, Aunt Betsy expected to make a stylish appearance before the little lady of who of her to the neighbors as "My niece, Miss Caood care to report what she had heard of "Miss Carandeur of her house, where the furniture of the best chamber cost over fifteen hundred dollars

"What could it be--gold?" Aunt Betsy had asked in her si an increased respect for Katy, and consenting the ested to her by Helen

But that was for to-ht she only wore a dotted brohose hem just reached the top of her "bootees," as she stood by the ondering, first, if the rain would ever stop, and wondering, secondly, where all therass by the back door, did coround; she knew better--they rained froh she should s'pose that somebody would sometime have catched one on their bunnet or umberill Dammed if she didn't mean to stand out o' doors some day till she et to the skin, and see ould co thus settled a way by which to decide the only question, except that of the "'Piscopal Church and its quirks," on which she was still obstinate, Aunt Betsy went to strain the ht by Uncle Ephrai drearily out upon the leaden clouds, and hoping it would brighten before the morrow Like the others, Helen had read Katy's letter est upon the part which said: "I have been so bad, so frivolous and wicked here at Newport, that it will be a relief to rant me absolution"