"Come out here a minute, Jessie," she called suddenly, as she
heard some one coming down the stairs behind her. "We shan't have
many more days like this, and do let's take a few minutes to enjoy
this one."
"But Aunt Jane would say it was sinful to waste the golden
moments," said Jessie, laughing, as, duster in hand, she came out
on the steps.
"Not a bit of it," said the other. "I haven't sat down before this
since my breakfast, and I know that lunch will be all the better,
if I take a few minutes to rest and breathe this lovely air.
Where's mamma?"
"She's lying down; she said her head ached. Oh, Kit, doesn't this
make you homesick for last year and all the girls?"
"And Alan, too," added Katharine. "Yes, it does, Jessie, whenever
I stop to think of it. We did have a perfect year at auntie's, and
once in a while I wish we were back there. Do you remember the day
Job was loose, and they couldn't catch him?"
"'I feel it in my bones,' as Miss Bean would say," said Jessie;
"that the time will come when we shall all be together again. At
least, we made the very most of our time."
"True," said Katharine thoughtfully; "and I don't know what we
should have done this summer, Jessie, if we hadn't had those
lessons in cooking.
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