It is only fair to
give me the chance to win my spurs." Katharine spoke earnestly,
for her whole soul was in her words. The past year had been a
revelation to her, and her rapid development towards womanhood had
been in the line of all that was truest and noblest in her
character. She had come to New England an unformed girl whose
nature was one of endless possibilities, only waiting for the word
which should make them actual and turn her in one way or the
other. The word was spoken and, thanks to her aunt's influence and
to her association with the simple, natural girls about her, the
impulse given was in the right direction. It was as if Katharine
had suddenly been born into a new life. No drifting, idle maturity
could satisfy her now; her womanhood must be one of purpose and of
action. The time for it had come much nearer than she thought.
But now her little outburst was followed by a hearty,--
"Good for you, Kit!"
Both the girls started and looked up, to see Alan's head stretched
out from his window, with a look of perfect approval on his boyish
face.
"I didn't mean to listen," he said penitently. "I was up here
reading and, honestly, I didn't hear a thing but Kit's last
speech.
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