CHAPTER II. PARADISE ||Chapter Title KAPITEL II. PARADIES CHAPTER II. PARADISE CAPÍTULO II. PARAÍSO 第二章パラダイス CAPÍTULO II. O PARAÍSO

The place to which the children were going was a sort of marshy thicket at the bottom of a field near the house. ||||||||||||wet and boggy|dense vegetation||||||||| |||||||||||||заросле болото||||||||| The place to which the children were going was a sort of marshy thicket at the bottom of a field near the house. It wasn’t a big thicket, but it looked big, because the trees and bushes grew so closely that you could not see just where it ended. ||||bushy area||||||||||||||||||||| It wasn't a big thicket, but it looked big, because the trees and bushes grew so closely that you could not see just where it ended. In winter the ground was damp and boggy, so that nobody went there, excepting cows, who don’t mind getting their feet wet; but in summer the water dried away, and then it was all fresh and green, and full of delightful things—wild roses, and sassafras, and birds' nests. |||||||||||||excluding||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||sassafras tree||| |||||||болотистий||||||окрім|корови|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||сасафрас||| In winter the ground was damp and boggy, so that nobody went there, excepting cows, who don't mind getting their feet wet; but in summer the water dried away, and then it was all fresh and green, and full of delightful things—wild roses, and sassafras, and birds' nests. Narrow, winding paths ran here and there, made by the cattle as they wandered to and fro. Narrow path|twisting|||||||||livestock|||roamed||| Narrow, winding paths ran here and there, made by the cattle as they wandered to and fro. This place the children called "Paradise," and to them it seemed as wide and endless and full of adventure as any forest of fairy land. |||||||||||||||||||||woodland||fairy tale| This place the children called "Paradise," and to them it seemed as wide and endless and full of adventure as any forest of fairy land. The way to Paradise was through some wooden bars. The way to Paradise was through some wooden bars. Katy and Cecy climbed these with a hop, skip and jump, while the smaller ones scrambled underneath. |||||||single jump||||||||| Katy and Cecy climbed these with a hop, skip and jump, while the smaller ones scrambled underneath. Once past the bars they were fairly in the field, and, with one consent, they all began to run till they reached the entrance of the wood. |||||||||||||agreement||||||||||||| ||||||||в полі|||||||||||||||||| Once past the bars they were fairly in the field, and, with one consent, they all began to run till they reached the entrance of the wood. Then they halted, with a queer look of hesitation on their faces. ||stopped abruptly||||||uncertainty||| Then they halted, with a queer look of hesitation on their faces. It was always an exciting occasion to go to Paradise for the first time after the long winter. It was always an exciting occasion to go to Paradise for the first time after the long winter. Who knew what the fairies might not have done since any of them had been there to see? ||||fairy beings||||||||||||| Who knew what the fairies might not have done since any of them had been there to see?

"Which path shall we go in by?" asked Clover, at last.

"Suppose we vote," said Katy. ||cast a vote|| "Suppose we vote," said Katy. "I say by the Pilgrim’s Path and the Hill of Difficulty." ||||Pilgrim's|||||| "I say by the Pilgrim's Path and the Hill of Difficulty." "So do I!" chimed in Clover, who always agreed with Katy. spoke up|||||||

"The Path of Peace is nice," suggested Cecy. "No, no! We want to go by Sassafras Path!" We want to go by Sassafras Path!" cried John and Dorry.

However, Katy, as usual, had her way. It was agreed that they should first try Pilgrim’s Path, and afterward make a thorough exploration of the whole of their little kingdom, and see all that had happened since last they were there. |||||||||||||||investigation|||||||territory||||||||||| So in they marched, Katy and Cecy heading the procession, and Dorry, with his great trailing bunch of boughs, bringing up the rear. |||entered in formation||||||line of march||||||large trailing|||||||the back So in they marched, Katy and Cecy heading the procession, and Dorry, with his great trailing bunch of boughs, bringing up the rear.

"Oh, there is the dear Rosary, all safe!" |||||Rosary beads|| "Oh, there is the dear Rosary, all safe!" cried the children, as they reached the top of the Hill of Difficulty, and came upon a tall stump, out of the middle of which waved a wild rose-bush, budded over with fresh green eaves. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||covered|||||leaves cried the children, as they reached the top of the Hill of Difficulty, and came upon a tall stump, out of the middle of which waved a wild rose-bush, budded over with fresh green eaves. This "Rosary" was a fascinating thing to their minds. This "Rosary" was a fascinating thing to their minds. They were always inventing stories about it, and were in constant terror lest some hungry cow should take a fancy to the rose-bush and eat it up. |||creating||||||||fear|in case||||||||||||||| They were always inventing stories about it, and were in constant terror lest some hungry cow should take a fancy to the rose-bush and eat it up.

"Yes," said Katy, stroking a leaf with her finger, "it was in great danger one night last winter, but it escaped." |||gently touching||||||||||||||||| "Yes," said Katy, stroking a leaf with her finger, "it was in great danger one night last winter, but it escaped." "Oh, how? Tell us about it!" cried the others, for Katy’s stories were famous in the family.

"It was Christmas Eve," continued Katy, in a mysterious tone. |||the day before|||||| "It was Christmas Eve," continued Katy, in a mysterious tone. "The fairy of the Rosary was quite sick. "The fairy of the Rosary was quite sick. She had taken a dreadful cold in her head, and the poplar-tree fairy, just over there, told her that sassafras tea is good for colds. |||||||||||||||||||||||||colds (illnesses) She had taken a dreadful cold in her head, and the poplar-tree fairy, just over there, told her that sassafras tea is good for colds. So she made a large acorn-cup full, and then cuddled herself in where the wood looks so black and soft, and fell asleep. |||||oak nut|||||snuggled||||||||||||| So she made a large acorn-cup full, and then cuddled herself in where the wood looks so black and soft, and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, when she was snoring soundly, there was a noise in the forest, and a dreadful black bull with fiery eyes galloped up. |||||||||snoring|deeply||||||||||||male bovine||intense||ran quickly| In the middle of the night, when she was snoring soundly, there was a noise in the forest, and a dreadful black bull with fiery eyes galloped up. He saw our poor Rosy Posy, and, opening his big mouth, he was just going to bite her in two; but at that minute a little fat man, with a wand in his hand, popped out from behind the stump. |||||Rosy Posy|||||||||||||||||||||||||stick or rod||||appeared suddenly||||| He saw our poor Rosy Posy, and, opening his big mouth, he was just going to bite her in two; but at that minute a little fat man, with a wand in his hand, popped out from behind the stump. It was Santa Claus, of course. He gave the bull such a rap with his wand that he moo-ed dreadfully, and then put up his fore-paw, to see if his nose was on or not. ||||||||||||mooed|past tense|||||||front|leg||||||||| He gave the bull such a rap with his wand that he moo-ed dreadfully, and then put up his fore-paw, to see if his nose was on or not. He found it was, but it hurt him so that he 'moo-ed' again, and galloped off as fast as he could into the woods. |||||||||||made a sound|past tense||||||||||||forest He found it was, but it hurt him so that he 'moo-ed' again, and galloped off as fast as he could into the woods. Then Santa Claus waked up the fairy, and told her that if she didn’t take better care of Rosy Posy he should put some other fairy into her place, and set her to keep guard over a prickly, scratchy, blackberry-bush." |||woke||||||||||||||||Rosy Posy||||||||||||||||||thorny|irritating to touch|blackberry bush| Then Santa Claus waked up the fairy, and told her that if she didn't take better care of Rosy Posy he should put some other fairy into her place, and set her to keep guard over a prickly, scratchy, blackberry-bush." "Is there really any fairy?" ||||fairy being "Is there really any fairy?" asked Dorry, who had listened to this narrative with open mouth. |||||||story being told|||

"Of course," answered Katy. Then bending down toward Dorry, she added in a voice intended to be of wonderful sweetness: "I am a fairy, Dorry!" ||||||||||meant|||||||||| Then bending down toward Dorry, she added in a voice intended to be of wonderful sweetness: "I am a fairy, Dorry!" "Pshaw!" dismissive exclamation "Pshaw!" was Dorry’s reply; "you’re a giraffe—Pa said so!" |Dorry's||||tall person|Papa|| was Dorry's reply; "you're a giraffe—Pa said so!" The Path of Peace got its name because of its darkness and coolness. ||||||||||||temperature The Path of Peace got its name because of its darkness and coolness. High bushes almost met over it, and trees kept it shady, even in the middle of the day. ||||||||||cool and dark||||||| High bushes almost met over it, and trees kept it shady, even in the middle of the day. A sort of white flower grew there, which the children called Pollypods, because they didn’t know the real name. |||||||||||Pollypods||||||| A sort of white flower grew there, which the children called Pollypods, because they didn't know the real name. They staid a long while picking bunches of these flowers, and then John and Dorry had to grub up an armful of sassafras roots; so that before they had fairly gone through Toadstool Avenue, Rabbit Hollow, and the rest, the sun was just over their heads, and it was noon. |stayed|||||clusters|||||||||||dig up|||a bundle|||sassafras roots|||||||||Toadstool Avenue||||||||||||||||| They staid a long while picking bunches of these flowers, and then John and Dorry had to grub up an armful of sassafras roots; so that before they had fairly gone through Toadstool Avenue, Rabbit Hollow, and the rest, the sun was just over their heads, and it was noon.

"I’m getting hungry," said Dorry. "Oh, no, Dorry, you mustn’t be hungry till the bower is ready!" ||||must not||||||| "Oh, no, Dorry, you mustn't be hungry till the bower is ready!" cried the little girls, alarmed, for Dorry was apt to be disconsolate if he was kept waiting for his meals. ||||worried||||likely|||inconsolable|||||||| cried the little girls, alarmed, for Dorry was apt to be disconsolate if he was kept waiting for his meals. So they made haste to build the bower. |||quickly|||| So they made haste to build the bower. It did not take long, being composed of boughs hung over skipping-ropes, which were tied to the very poplar-tree where the fairy lived who had recommended sassafras tea to the Fairy of the Rose. ||||||||||||skipping ropes|||||||poplar tree|||||||||||||||| It did not take long, being composed of boughs hung over skipping-ropes, which were tied to the very poplar-tree where the fairy lived who had recommended sassafras tea to the Fairy of the Rose.

When it was done they all cuddled in underneath. It was a very small bower—just big enough to hold them, and the baskets, and the kitten. I don’t think there would have been room for anybody else, not even another kitten. I don't think there would have been room for anybody else, not even another kitten. Katy, who sat in the middle, untied and lifted the lid of the largest basket, while all the rest peeped eagerly to see what was inside. ||||||removed the knot||raised||||||container||||||||||| Katy, who sat in the middle, untied and lifted the lid of the largest basket, while all the rest peeped eagerly to see what was inside.

First came a great many ginger cakes. |||||spiced| First came a great many ginger cakes. These were carefully laid on the grass to keep till wanted: buttered biscuit came next—three apiece, with slices of cold lamb laid in between; and last of all were a dozen hard-boiled eggs, and a layer of thick bread and butter sandwiched with corn-beef. ||||||||||||||||||pieces|||||||||||||||||||section||||||layered||corned beef| These were carefully laid on the grass to keep till wanted: buttered biscuit came next—three apiece, with slices of cold lamb laid in between; and last of all were a dozen hard-boiled eggs, and a layer of thick bread and butter sandwiched with corn-beef. Aunt Izzie had put up lunches for Paradise before, you see, and knew pretty well what to expect in the way of appetite. |||||packed meals||||||||||||||||| Aunt Izzie had put up lunches for Paradise before, you see, and knew pretty well what to expect in the way of appetite.

Oh, how good everything tasted in that bower, with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves, sunshine and sweet wood-smells about them, and birds singing overhead! |||||||||||||||||||||||||chirping|above them Oh, how good everything tasted in that bower, with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves, sunshine and sweet wood-smells about them, and birds singing overhead! No grown-up dinner party ever had half so much fun. Each mouthful was a pleasure; and when the last crumb had vanished, Katy produced the second basket, and there, oh, delightful surprise! |||||||||bit||disappeared|||||||||| Each mouthful was a pleasure; and when the last crumb had vanished, Katy produced the second basket, and there, oh, delightful surprise! were seven little pies—molasses pies, baked in saucers—each with a brown top and crisp candified edge, which tasted like toffy and lemon-peel, and all sorts of good things mixed up together. |||||molasses pies|||small dishes||||||||sugar-coated|||||toffee||lemon peel|lemon zest||||||||| were seven little pies—molasses pies, baked in saucers—each with a brown top and crisp candified edge, which tasted like toffy and lemon-peel, and all sorts of good things mixed up together.

There was a general shout. Even demure Cecy was pleased, and Dorry and John kicked their heels on the ground in a tumult of joy. |reserved||||||||stomped||kicked their heels||||||uproar|| Even demure Cecy was pleased, and Dorry and John kicked their heels on the ground in a tumult of joy. Seven pairs of hands were held out at once toward the basket; seven sets of teeth went to work without a moment’s delay. |||||||||||||||||||||a moment's|pause Seven pairs of hands were held out at once toward the basket; seven sets of teeth went to work without a moment's delay. In an incredibly short time every vestige of the pie had disappeared, and a blissful stickiness pervaded the party. ||||||trace||||||||joyful|tacky residue|filled the air|| In an incredibly short time every vestige of the pie had disappeared, and a blissful stickiness pervaded the party.

"What shall we do now?" asked Clover, while little Phil tipped the baskets upside down, as if to make sure there was nothing left that could possibly be eaten.

"I don’t know," replied Katy, dreamily. |||||in a daze "I don't know," replied Katy, dreamily. She had left her seat, and was half-sitting, half-lying on the low, crooked bough of a butternut tree, which hung almost over the children’s heads. ||||||||||||||twisted|tree branch||||||||||| She had left her seat, and was half-sitting, half-lying on the low, crooked bough of a butternut tree, which hung almost over the children's heads.

"Let’s play we’re grown up," said Cecy, "and tell what we mean to do." "Well," said Clover, "you begin. What do you mean to do?" "I mean to have a black silk dress, and pink roses in my bonnet, and a white muslin long-shawl," said Cecy; "and I mean to look  exactly like Minerva Clark! |||||||||||||hat or headpiece||||lightweight fabric||long shawl||||||||||Minerva Clark|Minerva Clark "I mean to have a black silk dress, and pink roses in my bonnet, and a white muslin long-shawl," said Cecy; "and I mean to look exactly like Minerva Clark! I shall be very good, too; as good as Mrs. Bedell, only a great deal prettier. ||||||||||Mrs Bedell|||||more attractive I shall be very good, too; as good as Mrs. Bedell, only a great deal prettier. All the young gentlemen will want me to go and ride, but I shan’t notice them at all, because you know I shall always be teaching in Sunday-school, and visiting the poor. |||||||||||||shall not||||||||||||||||||| All the young gentlemen will want me to go and ride, but I shan't notice them at all, because you know I shall always be teaching in Sunday-school, and visiting the poor. And some day, when I am bending over an old woman and feeding her with currant jelly, a poet will come along and see me, and he’ll go home and write a poem about me," concluded Cecy, triumphantly. |||||||||||||||currant|||poet||||||||||||||about me||||| And some day, when I am bending over an old woman and feeding her with currant jelly, a poet will come along and see me, and he'll go home and write a poem about me," concluded Cecy, triumphantly. "Pooh!" exclamation of surprise "Pooh!" said Clover. "I don’t think that would be nice at all. "I don't think that would be nice at all. I’m going to be a beautiful lady—the most beautiful lady in the world! And I’m going to live in a yellow castle, with yellow pillars to the portico, and a square thing on top, like Mr. Sawyer’s. |||||||||||supporting structures|||entrance area|||||||||Mr Sawyer's And I'm going to live in a yellow castle, with yellow pillars to the portico, and a square thing on top, like Mr. Sawyer's. My children are going to have a play-house up there. There’s going to be a spy-glass in the window, to look out of. I shall wear gold dresses and silver dresses every day, and diamond rings, and have white satin aprons to tie on when I’m dusting, or doing anything dirty. |||||||||||diamond rings|||||satin fabric|satin aprons||||||cleaning|||| I shall wear gold dresses and silver dresses every day, and diamond rings, and have white satin aprons to tie on when I'm dusting, or doing anything dirty. In the middle of my back-yard there will be a pond-full of Lubin’s Extracts, and whenever I want any I shall go just out and dip a bottle in. |||||||||||water body|||Lubin's Extracts|Lubin's extracts||||||||||||submerge||| In the middle of my back-yard there will be a pond-full of Lubin's Extracts, and whenever I want any I shall go just out and dip a bottle in. And I shan’t teach in Sunday schools, like Cecy, because I don’t want to; but every Sunday I’ll go and stand by the gate, and when her scholars go by on their way home, I’ll put Lubin’s Extracts on their handkerchiefs." |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||Lubin's Extracts||| And I shan't teach in Sunday schools, like Cecy, because I don't want to; but every Sunday I'll go and stand by the gate, and when her scholars go by on their way home, I'll put Lubin's Extracts on their handkerchiefs." "I mean to have just the same," cried Elsie, whose imagination was fired by this gorgeous vision, "only my pond will be the biggest. |||||||||||||||||||lake|||| "I mean to have just the same," cried Elsie, whose imagination was fired by this gorgeous vision, "only my pond will be the biggest. I shall be a great deal beautifuller, too," she added. ||||||more beautiful||| I shall be a great deal beautifuller, too," she added. "You can’t," said Katy from overhead. "You can't," said Katy from overhead. "Clover is going to be the most beautiful lady in the world." "But I’ll be more beautiful than the most beautiful," persisted poor little Elsie; "and I’ll be big, too, and know everybody’s secrets. |||||||||said|||||||||||everyone's| "But I'll be more beautiful than the most beautiful," persisted poor little Elsie; "and I'll be big, too, and know everybody's secrets. And everybody’ll be kind, then, and never run away and hide; and there won’t be any post offices, or anything disagreeable." |everybody will||||||||||||||||||| And everybody'll be kind, then, and never run away and hide; and there won't be any post offices, or anything disagreeable." "What’ll you be, Johnnie?" asked Clover, anxious to change the subject, for Elsie’s voice was growing plaintive. ||||||||||||sorrowful asked Clover, anxious to change the subject, for Elsie's voice was growing plaintive.

But Johnnie had no clear ideas as to her future. She laughed a great deal, and squeezed Dorry’s arm very tight, but that was all. ||||||squeezed|||||||| She laughed a great deal, and squeezed Dorry's arm very tight, but that was all. Dorry was more explicit. |||clearer Dorry was more explicit.

"I mean to have turkey every day," he declared, "and batter-puddings; not boiled ones, you know, but little baked ones, with brown shiny tops, and a great deal of pudding sauce to eat on them. ||||||||||pudding|batter puddings|||||||||||||||||||sauce||||| And I shall be so big then that nobody will say, 'Three helps is quite enough for a little boy.'" "Oh, Dorry, you pig!" cried Katy, while the others screamed with laughter. Dorry was much affronted. |||offended

"I shall just go and tell Aunt Izzie what you called me," he said, getting up in a great pet. But Clover, who was a born peacemaker, caught hold of his arm, and her coaxings and entreaties consoled him so much that he finally said he would stay; especially as the others were quite grave now, and promised that they wouldn’t laugh any more. ||||||||||||||gentle persuasion||pleas and requests||||||||||||||||||||||||||| But Clover, who was a born peacemaker, caught hold of his arm, and her coaxings and entreaties consoled him so much that he finally said he would stay; especially as the others were quite grave now, and promised that they wouldn't laugh any more.

"And now, Katy, it’s your turn," said Cecy; "tell us what you’re going to be when you grow up." "I’m not sure about what I’ll be," replied Katy, from overhead; "beautiful, of course, and good if I can, only not so good as you, Cecy, because it would be nice to go and ride with the young gentlemen  sometimes . "I'm not sure about what I'll be," replied Katy, from overhead; "beautiful, of course, and good if I can, only not so good as you, Cecy, because it would be nice to go and ride with the young gentlemen sometimes . And I’d like to have a large house and a splendiferous garden, and then you could all come and live with me, and we would play in the garden, and Dorry should have turkey five times a day if he liked. ||||||||||magnificent|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| And I'd like to have a large house and a splendiferous garden, and then you could all come and live with me, and we would play in the garden, and Dorry should have turkey five times a day if he liked. And we’d have a machine to darn the stockings, and another machine to put the bureau drawers in order, and we’d never sew or knit garters, or do anything we didn’t want to. |||||||||||||||furniture|bureau drawers||||||||create|garters||||||| And we'd have a machine to darn the stockings, and another machine to put the bureau drawers in order, and we'd never sew or knit garters, or do anything we didn't want to. That’s what I’d like to  be . But now I’ll tell you what I mean to  do ." "Isn’t it the same thing?" asked Cecy.

"Oh, no!" replied Katy, "quite different; for you see I mean to  do something grand. ||||||||||||impressive replied Katy, "quite different; for you see I mean to do something grand. I don’t know what, yet; but when I’m grown up I shall find out." |do not|||||||||||| I don't know what, yet; but when I'm grown up I shall find out." (Poor Katy always said "when I’m grown up," forgetting how very much she had grown already.) "Perhaps," she went on, "it will be rowing out in boats, and saving peoples' lives, like that girl in the book. |||||||rescue activity||||||people||||||| "Perhaps," she went on, "it will be rowing out in boats, and saving peoples' lives, like that girl in the book. Or perhaps I shall go and nurse in the hospital, like Miss Nightingale. ||||||||||||Florence Nightingale Or perhaps I shall go and nurse in the hospital, like Miss Nightingale. Or else I’ll head a crusade and ride on a white horse, with armor and a helmet on my head, and carry a sacred flag. |||||campaign||||||white horse||||||||||||holy|sacred banner Or else I'll head a crusade and ride on a white horse, with armor and a helmet on my head, and carry a sacred flag. Or if I don’t do that, I’ll paint pictures, or sing, or scalp—sculp,—what is it? |||||||create|||||sculpt|||| Or if I don't do that, I'll paint pictures, or sing, or scalp—sculp,—what is it? you know—make figures in marble. Anyhow it shall be  something . Regardless|||| Anyhow it shall be something . And when Aunt Izzie sees it, and reads about me in the newspapers she will say, 'The dear child! |||||||reads an article||||||||||| And when Aunt Izzie sees it, and reads about me in the newspapers she will say, 'The dear child! I always knew she would turn out an ornament to the family,' People very often say, afterward, that they 'always knew,'" concluded Katy sagaciously. |||||||||||||||||||||||wisely I always knew she would turn out an ornament to the family,' People very often say, afterward, that they 'always knew,'" concluded Katy sagaciously. "Oh, Katy! how beautiful it will be!" said Clover, clasping her hands. ||holding tightly|| said Clover, clasping her hands. Clover believed in Katy as she did in the Bible.

"I don’t believe the newspapers would be so silly as to print things about  you , Katy Carr," put in Elsie, vindictively. ||||||||||||||||||||spitefully "I don't believe the newspapers would be so silly as to print things about you , Katy Carr," put in Elsie, vindictively. "Yes they will!" said Clover; and gave Elsie a push.

By and by John and Dorry trotted away on mysterious errands of their own. ||||||||||tasks||| By and by John and Dorry trotted away on mysterious errands of their own.

"Wasn’t Dorry funny with his turkey?" remarked Cecy; and they all laughed again.

"If you won’t tell," said Katy, "I’ll let you see Dorry’s journal. "If you won't tell," said Katy, "I'll let you see Dorry's journal. He kept it once for almost two weeks, and then gave it up. I found the book, this morning, in the nursery closet." ||||||||children's room| I found the book, this morning, in the nursery closet." All of them promised, and Katy produced it from her pocket. It began thus: ||in this way It began thus:

"March 12.—Have resolved to keep a jurnal. ||||||journal March 13.—Had rost befe for diner, and cabage, and potato and appel sawse, and rice puding. ||roast|||dinner||cabbage||||apple|apple sauce|||rice pudding March 13.—Had rost befe for diner, and cabage, and potato and appel sawse, and rice puding. I do not like rice puding when it is like ours. |||||pudding||||| Charley Slack’s kind is rele good. |Charley Slack|||really| Charley Slack's kind is rele good. Mush and sirup for tea. Mushroom||syrup|| Mush and sirup for tea.

March 19.—Forgit what did. |Forget what|| John and me saved our pie to take to schule. |||||||||school

March 21.—Forgit what did. Gridel cakes for brekfast. Gridel brand|||breakfast Debby didn’t fry enuff. Debby (subject)||cook food|enough

March 24.—This is Sunday. Corn befe for dinnir. |||dinner Studdied my Bibel leson. Studied||Bible| Aunt Issy said I was gredy. |Aunt Issy|||| Have resollved not to think so much about things to ete. ||||||||||eat Wish I was a beter boy. ||||better| Nothing pertikeler for tea. |pertains||

March 25.—Forgit what did.

March 27.—Forgit what did.

March 29.—Played.

March 31.—Forgit what did.

April 1.—Have dissided not to kepe a jurnal enny more." April|||||keep|||any| Here ended the extracts; and it seemed as if only a minute had passed since they stopped laughing over them, before the long shadows began to fall, and Mary came to say that all of them must come in to get ready for tea. |||||||||||||||||||||||shadows|||||||||||||||||||| It was dreadful to have to pick up the empty baskets and go home, feeling that the long, delightful Saturday was over, and that there wouldn’t be another for a week. But it was comforting to remember that Paradise was always there; and that at any moment when Kate and Aunt Izzie were willing, they had only to climb a pair of bars—very easy ones, and without any fear of an angel with flaming sword to stop the way—enter in, and take possession of their Eden. |||||||||||||||||Kate and Aunt Izzie|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||