I shall consider your second cousin a lucky man if he persuades her.”
“I wonder where we shall all be when you come back, Katy,” said Esther Dearborn as they parted at the gate. “A year is a long time; all sorts of things may happen in a year.”
These words rang in Katy’s ears as she fell asleep that night. “All sorts of things may happen in a year,” she thought, “and they may not be all happy things, either.” Almost she wished that the journey to Europe had never been thought of!
But when she waked the next morning to the brightest of October suns shining out of a clear blue sky, her misgivings fled. There could not have been a more beautiful day for their start.
She and Rose went early into town, for old Mrs. Bedding had made Katy promise to come for a few minutes to say good-by. They found her sitting by the fire as usual, though her windows were open to admit the sun-warmed air. A little basket of grapes stood on the table beside her, with a nosegay of tea-roses on top. These were from Rose’s mother, for Katy to take on board the steamer; and there was something else, a small parcel twisted up in thin white paper.
“It is my good-by gift,” said the dear old lady. “Don’t open it now. Keep it till you are well out at sea, and get some little thing with it as a keepsake from me.”
Grateful and wondering, Katy put the little parcel in her pocket. With kisses and good wishes she parted from these new made friends, and she and Rose drove to the steamer, stopping for Mr. Browne by the way. They were a little late, so there was not much time for farewells after they arrived; but Rose snatched a moment for a private interview with the stewardess, unnoticed by Katy, who was busy with Mrs. Ashe and Amy.
The bell rang, and the great steam-vessel slowly backed into the stream. Then her head was turned to sea, and down the bay she went, leaving Rose and her husband still waving their handkerchiefs on the pier. Katy watched them to the last, and when she could no longer distinguish them, felt that her final link with home was broken.
It was not till she had settled her things in the little cabin which was to be her home for the next ten days, had put her bonnet and dress for safe keeping in the upper berth, nailed up her red and yellow bag, and donned the woollen gown, ulster, and soft felt hat which were to do service during the voyage, that she found time to examine the mysterious parcel.
Behold, it was a large, beautiful gold-piece, twenty dollars!
“What a darling old lady!” said Katy; and she gave the gold-piece a kiss. “How did she come to think of such a thing? I wonder if there is anything in Europe good enough to buy with it?”
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