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It was almost too tender a pleasure, these proofs of loving remembrance from the little one; and each separate article seemed full of the very look and feel of home. "What can this be?" said Katy, as she unrolled a paper and disclosed a pretty round box. She opened. Nothing was visible but pink cotton wool. Katy peeped beneath, and gave a cry. "O Clovy! Such a lovely thing!
I suppose an Indian could be found who for a consideration would undertake to scalp Miss Imogen Young, and if she doesn't behave herself he shall be found. But you're all mistaken, Clovy; you must be. She's only stiff and dull and horribly English, and very tired after her journey. She'll be all right in a day or two. If she isn't, I shall 'go for' her without mercy." "Well, perhaps it is that."
"Miss Carr Miss Carr Miss Katherine Carr Miss Carr again; four for you, Katy. Dr. P. Carr, a bill and a newspaper, I perceive; all that an old country doctor with a daughter about to be married ought to expect, I suppose. Miss Clover E. Carr, one for the 'Confidante in white linen. Here, take it, Clovy. Miss Carr again. Katy, you have the lion's share.
"Now, Clovy, my dear, sweet old Clovy, what fun it is to have you at home again!" she went on, giving her sister a rapturous embrace. "I wouldn't mention it so long as you had to be away, but I have missed you horribly. 'There's no luck about the house' when you are not in it.
"Then, since you are in such an accommodating frame of mind, it seems a good time to break my views to you. Don't be shocked, Clovy; but, do you know, I don't want to be married in church at all, or to have any bridesmaids, or anything arranged for beforehand particularly. I should like things to be simple, and to just happen." "But, Katy, you can't do it like that.
It is somewhat queer, as you might know my house would be; but I think you will like it. "I saw Silvery Mary the other day and told her you were coming. She is the same mouse as ever. I shall ask her and some of the other girls to come out to lunch on one of your days. Good-by, with a hundred and fifty kisses to Clovy and the rest. "Your loving
He's rather that sort of person, don't you think?" "You are too much inclined to laugh at Dorry," said Clover, reprovingly, "and he doesn't deserve it of you. He's a thoroughly good, sensible fellow, and has excellent abilities, papa says, not brilliant, but very sound. I don't like to have you speak so of him." "Why, Clovy my little Clovy, I almost believe you are scolding me!
They are next worst to anchors and harps and 'floral pillows' and all the rest of the dreadful things that they have at funerals. No, we will have plenty of fresh flowers, but not in stiff arrangements. I want it all to seem easy and to be easy. Don't look so disgusted, Clovy." "Oh, I'm not disgusted. It's your wedding. I want you to have everything in your own way."
She met the girls with a bright smile as they came in, and said: "Oh, Clovy, it was you I rang for! I am troubled for fear Bridget will meddle with the things on Papa's table. You know he likes them to be left just so. Will you please go and remind her that she is not to touch them at all?
"Mother always puts my friends in here," she remarked: "she says it's plenty good enough for school-girls to thrash about in!" "What does she mean?" cried Clover, indignantly, as Lilly closed the door. "We don't thrash!" "I can't imagine," answered Katy, who was vexed too. But pretty soon she began to laugh. "People are so funny!" she said. "Never mind, Clovy, this room is good enough, I'm sure."
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