For many days Frank and Kate had made daily, and semi-daily, and still-more-daily visits to the brown house in the lane; and at last the very day was come for Harry’s first visit to Hallock Point.
Chapter VII.
“I’m just as sure as anything that there’ll be a letter to-day from that Mr. Blake up in Maine, and I wish Hugo would hurry up and go to the postoffice, before he goes for Harry and Grandma Dobson.” Kate Hallock had said the above while standing in her own room in front of her dressing bureau, in whose drawers she was vainly searching for a ribbon with which to tie her hair.
“Kate, Kate, my child!” and a firm hand was laid upon Kate’s arm, arresting her movements.
“I know, mamma!” said Kate, “but I put every single thing in apple-pie order only Saturday, and this is Tuesday, and I was looking for my blue hair ribbon; and I’m in an awful hurry, for fear they’ll get here before I’m ready.”
“Do you think any little girl can be ready to receive company whose bureau drawers are in this state, Kate?”
“Yes, ma’am, if my hair is only nice.”
“And don’t you think while you were at play a vision of the confusion here would come up before you? Just look!” and Mrs. Hallock opened drawer after drawer, while Kate hung her head, pouted a little, and said finally,
“Well, now, mamma, I will fix everything nice the first thing in the morning.”