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At any rate , she whispered to Kittie with a choke , that fought against being a sob , -- before they went to sleep ; `` Oh , Kittie ! -- I ca n't go -- go , nutting ! '' Sure enough . Kat ate her breakfast with red eyes and a poor appetite the next morning , while the sun shone , as it surely never did before , and Kittie gayly laughed and chatted , but trying to be not too happy , as was consistent with the deep sympathy felt and expressed for suffering Kat , who had vanished beyond the power of sight or search , when at eight o'clock , a merry party halted at the gate , and the home girls , gayly escorted Kittie and her baskets down the walk . That was a dismal morning to be sure . Kat did her portion of the work before any of the other girls came up stairs , and no one saw her again that morning , for with a volume of history , `` St. Elmo , '' and six apples , she departed for the back roof , where she sat down and cried as hard as ever she could for five minutes , then opened the history , and took a fierce bite out of the biggest apple . `` There , I wo n't cry another tear , it 's a blessing that I was n't shut up for the day , instead of being allowed to roam around , when I ca n't let things alone that I 'm told to .