CHAPTER XIX.
KATY RESORTS TO A LOAN.
Katy was not at all pleased with the mission which her duty seemed to impose upon her.

Again she felt the crushing weight of poverty, and pride rose up to throw obstacles in her path.

She was a child of twelve, and to ask a loan of twenty dollars, though she offered sufficient security for the payment of the debt, seemed like demanding a great deal of her friends--like inviting them to repose a vast amount of confidence in her ability and honesty.

They would not want the watch; it would be of no value to them; and the more she considered the matter, the more like an act of charity appeared the favor she was about to ask.
More than once on her way to Temple Street did she stop short, resolved to get the money of some other person--the grocer, Mr.Sneed, or even of a pawnbroker; but as often she rebuked the pride that tormented her like a demon, and went forward again.

She stood some time at Mrs.
Gordon's door before she had the resolution to ring the bell.
"What right have I to be so proud ?" said she, grasping the bell handle.
"I must get this money, or my mother may suffer." She rang with a force that must have astonished Michael, and led him to think some extraordinary character had arrived; for he ran to the door at full speed, and burst out into a violent fit of laughter, when he saw no one but the little candy merchant.
"Good morning, to you, Katy.