Kate Morgan and her soldiers . issouri, until Kansas grew in their imagi-nation into enchanted land, and Lizzie wentto sleep imagining herself resting under abouquet of prairie flowers larger than hergrandmothers bed-quilt, ornamented withthe rising sun. CHAPTER III. STILL PREPARING TO GO. Lizzie Merwin sat on the floor of the gar-ret in Sycamore Cottage. Strewn aroundher were the playthings of all her littlelifetime. The oval window at either end ofthe garret was swung open, to let in the Julyairs that were stirring outside. Lizzie look-ed up from the last new doll, whose waxenface she had ju
Kate Morgan and her soldiers . issouri, until Kansas grew in their imagi-nation into enchanted land, and Lizzie wentto sleep imagining herself resting under abouquet of prairie flowers larger than hergrandmothers bed-quilt, ornamented withthe rising sun. CHAPTER III. STILL PREPARING TO GO. Lizzie Merwin sat on the floor of the gar-ret in Sycamore Cottage. Strewn aroundher were the playthings of all her littlelifetime. The oval window at either end ofthe garret was swung open, to let in the Julyairs that were stirring outside. Lizzie look-ed up from the last new doll, whose waxenface she had just hidden from view under afold of cotton, not to be looked at again untilshe unpacked it in far-away Kansas. Shegazed at the scene in childish dismay, andexclaimed, ^ Oh dear, dear ! We never shallget ready. Look, Katie Morgan, at all thesethings! For two or three minutes Lizzie and Katiesurveyed the garret in silence. There hungRobin Hood, the sled, just softly touchedwith summer airs—the sled that had sped iSlansas O .lear, dear! We , .hall set ready. Look, Kalie all these things. P--- STILL PREPARING TO GO. 23 with arrowy-swiftness down one-half of thesnow-clad hills of Greendale. I wonder if we shall have any hills inKansas. Poor old sled! It is too bad toleave it behind, said Katie, and she took upthe rope in her hands, and stroked lovinglythe coarse, hempen fibres. But we cannot carry it. I heard fathertell Sydney so yesterday, when he was pack-ing his tool-chest. There is no room for it. Katie did not answer, but she wiped awayone tear, at the last wish for Robin Hood,and walked to the swing hanging from therafters, far up to the angle of the roof. Isuppose we shant have any garret in a log-house, she said; but you know there areplenty of trees out there. Come, please, Liz-zie, and hold the ladder for me. I am goingto carry this dear old rope with me, if I haveto wear it for a necklace. What a queer cousin you are, exclaim-ed Lizzie; but I will
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