But at last they quieted down, and let
me take them upstairs to the nursery, where we found Kathie seated upon
a chair, and still weeping.
On account of nurse's being ill, there were a good many things for
Nora to do,--I could see she had her hands full,--so I stayed in the
schoolroom and looked after the children to help her. By and by Kathie
stopped crying--I guess there were no more tears left to come--and began
to join in the games I started. Usually she's very penitent after one of
these fits of temper, but this time she seemed more sulky than anything
else; and she was such a sight that I felt sorry for her. Kathie's very
fair,--she's a real pretty little girl when she's in a good humour,--and
now, from crying so much, and rubbing her eyes, they were all swollen
and red; the red marks went 'way down on her cheeks; and her nose was
all red and swollen, too: you'd hardly have known her for the same
child.
After awhile--I'd set them playing house, and things seemed quiet--I got
out one of my books, and, fixing myself comfortably on the sofa, began
to read. But presently something--a sort of stillness in the room--made
me look up; the children were under the schoolroom table with their
heads close together, and they were whispering.
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