"What's the use of going Saturday?" said Florence. "If we go to
see her every other day but that, it ought to be enough."
"I don't want any half-way work," said Jean decidedly, "and yet,
it does seem too bad to upset our fun when we've always been
together. What if we draw lots for it?"
But Alan objected.
"That's kind of a shirky way to do. If I'm ever ill, I don't want
you drawing lots which shall go to my funeral. I'll go Saturday,
myself."
"You can't, Alan; you aren't a girl," said Molly. "No," added
Katharine, as she leaned over to lay her small, slim hand on his;
"the boy can't go, but he can teach the girls a lesson in
generosity. I'll take Saturday myself, girls."
Alan turned to her impulsively.
"Good for you, Kit!" he said warmly. "I'm proud to have you for a
cousin."
Katharine laughed lightly.
"It's nothing, after all. I have more time than most of you, and
it's only a little while, anyway."
It was only a little thing, as Katharine had said, but by it she
gained far more than the one short half-hour a week would ever
cost her; and, too, from that time onward, Alan looked on his
cousin with a new admiration which her beauty and her attempts to
win his liking could never have brought.
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