It was the first time she thought of Katie that way.
Almost everyone else had already left, so Katie and Mary volunteered to help.
Katie immediately came to the defense of her brother.
"Second," Katie cut in, "His father's family has been in this country longer than yours."
Katie picked up the plate, her focus on Carmen.
Katie wiped the plate slowly with a dishtowel.
Katie shook her head and sighed.
Katie said that was because Carmen had been raised poor and had become frugal.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
Getting information about him from Katie is too much work.
Maybe Katie was simply trying to stay out of trouble.
If it had been for both of them, they would have invited some of her friends - like Katie and Bill.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
A few days later when Carmen and Destiny were visiting Katie, the issue popped out of her mouth in another conversation.
Katie was peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink and Carmen was holding Destiny, watching her.
I was in New York not long ago and I saw Miss Rhoades, who told me that she had seen Katie McGirr.
Katie played with Miss Rhoades's rings and took them away, saying with a merry laugh, "You shall not have them again!"
She said Katie was very sweet indeed, but sadly in need of proper instruction.
I was much surprised to hear all this; for I judged from your letters that Katie was a very precocious girl....
Katie," she said to the maid, "bring the princess her gray dress, and you'll see, Mademoiselle Bourienne, how I shall arrange it," she added, smiling with a foretaste of artistic pleasure.
But when Katie brought the required dress, Princess Mary remained sitting motionless before the glass, looking at her face, and saw in the mirror her eyes full of tears and her mouth quivering, ready to burst into sobs.
She sat in an armchair in her dressing jacket and nightcap and Katie, sleepy and disheveled, beat and turned the heavy feather bed for the third time, muttering to herself.
You've burned to death, our treasure, Katie, my precious little missy!