`` I 'm not going to be a surgeon , thank heaven ; I intend to make perfect hands and arms , not mend damaged ones , '' retorted Psyche , in a dignified tone , somewhat marred by a great piece of court-plaster on her tongue . `` I should say a surgeon could improve that perfect thing , if he did n't die a-laughing before he began , '' growled Harry , pointing with a scornful grin at a clay arm humpy with muscles , all carefully developed in the wrong places . `` Do n't sneer , Hal , for you do n't know anything about it . Wait a few years and see if you 're not proud of me . '' `` Sculp away and do something , then I 'll hurrah for your mud-pies like a good one ; '' with which cheering promise the youth left , having effectually disturbed his sister 's peaceful mood . Anxious thoughts of her father rendered `` biceps , deltoids , and things '' uninteresting , and hoping to compose her mind , she took up The Old Painters and went on with the story of Claude Lorraine . She had just reached the tender scene where , -- `` Calista gazed with enthusiasm , while she looked like a being of heaven rather than earth . ` My friend , ' she cried , ' I read in thy picture thy immortality ! ' As she spoke , her head sunk upon his bosom , and it was several moments before Claude perceived that he supported a lifeless form . '' `` How sweet ! '' said Psyche , with a romantic sigh . `` Faith , and swate it is , thin ! '' echoed Katy , whose red head had just appeared round the half opened door . `` It 's gingy-bread I 'm making the day , miss , and will I be puttin ' purlash or sallyrathis into it , if ye plase ? '' `` Purlash , by all means , '' returned the girl , keeping her countenance , fearing to enrage Katy by a laugh ; for the angry passions of the red-haired one rose more quickly than her bread . As she departed with alacrity to add a spoonful of starch and a pinch of whiting to her cake , Psyche , feeling better for her story and her smile , put on her bib and paper cap and fell to work on the deformed arm . An hour of bliss , then came a ring at the door-bell , followed by Biddy to announce callers , and add that as `` the mistress was in her bed , miss must go and take care of 'em . '' Whereat `` miss '' cast down her tools in despair , threw her cap one way , her bib another , and went in to her guests with anything but a rapturous welcome . Dinner being accomplished after much rushing up and down stairs with trays and messages for Mrs. Dean , Psyche fled again to her studio , ordering no one to approach under pain of a scolding . All went well till , going in search of something , she found her little sister sitting on the floor with her cheek against the studio door .
`` I did n't mean to be naughty , Sy , but mother is asleep , and the boys all gone , so I just came to be near you ; it 's so lonely everywhere , '' she XXXXX , apologetically , as she lifted up the heavy head that always ached .
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