Clover by Susan Coolidge5/22/2023 ![]() When she saw Clover at the window, she cried out hastily, "O Clover, don't'!" "Don't what?" asked Clover, without turning her head. A vague sense of pleasant idleness possessed her, and it was like the breaking of a dream when the door opened and Katy came in, not quietly after her wont, but with a certain haste and indignant rustle as if vexed by something. ![]() She was not thinking of them or of any thing else in particular. A half-finished letter to Elsie lay in the writing-case but Clover felt lazy, and instead of writing was looking out of window in a dreamy way, to where Berry Searles and some other young men were playing ball in the yard below. Every thing was in beautiful order to meet Miss Jane's inspecting eye and Clover, as she sat in the rocking chair, writing-case in lap, looked extremely cosy and comfortable. ![]() 6 for a couple of hours of quiet enjoyment. ![]() It was Saturday afternoon and Clover, having finished her practising, dusting, and mending, had settle herself in No. ![]()
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