Grandmother Gaumer repeated what she had said in a strange way, then she ceased to speak, and Katy, startled, lifted her head. Then she got to her feet. She had become familiar in these last weeks with the gray pallor of a mortal seizure.
"Gran'mom!" shrieked Katy. "Gran'mom!"
Only the gaze of a pair of bright, troubled eyes answered her. Grandmother's face was twisted, her hands fell heavily into her lap.
Katy threw her arms round her and laid her cheek against the white hair.
"I will be back, dear, dear gran'mom," said Katy. "You know how I can run!"
An instant later, Katy had flung open the door of the squire's office where sat the squire and Dr. Benner. Her grandmother had insisted upon her putting on her red dress after the funeral. She paused now on the sill as she had paused in her bird-like attitude to call to Caleb Stemmel in the store at Christmas time. But this was a different Katy.
"Oh, come!" she cried. "Oh, come, come quickly!"