You needn't say you're not, for you are!
Now, Katy, don't waste another thought on such miserable things as pickles and undershirts.
We shall get along perfectly well, I do assure you.
Just fix your mind instead on the dome of St. Peter's, or try to fancy how you'll feel the first time you step into a gondola or see the Mediterranean.
There will be a moment!
I feel a forty-horse power of housekeeping developing within me; and what fun it will be to get your letters!
We shall fetch out the Encyclopaedia and the big Atlas and the
'History of Modern Europe,' and read all about everything you see and all the places you go to; and it will be as good as a lesson in geography and history and political economy all combined, only a great deal more interesting!
We shall stick out all over with knowledge before you come back; and this makes it a plain duty to go, if it were only for our sakes."
With these zealous promises, Katy was forced to be content. Indeed, contentment was not difficult with such a prospect of delight before her.
When once her little anxieties had been laid aside, the idea of the coming journey grew in pleasantness every moment.
Night after night she and papa and the children pored over maps and made out schemes for travel and sight-seeing, every one of which was likely to be discarded as soon as the real journey began.
But they didn't know that, and it made no real difference.
Such schemes are the preliminary joys of travel, and it doesn't signify that they come to nothing after they have served their purpose.
Katy learned a great deal while thus talking over what she was to see and do.
She read every scrap she could lay her hand on which related to Rome or Florence or Venice or London.
The driest details had a charm for her now that she was likely to see the real places.
She went about with scraps of paper in her pocket, on which were written such things as these:
"Forum.
When built?
By whom built?
More than one?"
"What does Cenacola mean?"
"Cecilia Metella.
Who was she?"
"Find out about Saint Catherine of Siena."
"Who was Beatrice Cenci?"
How she wished that she had studied harder and more carefully before this wonderful chance came to her.
People always wish this when they are starting for Europe; and they wish it more and more after they get there, and realize of what value exact ideas and information and a fuller knowledge of the foreign languages are to all travellers; how they add to the charm of everything seen, and enhance the ease of everything done.
All Burnet took an interest in Katy's plans, and almost everybody had some sort of advice or help, or some little gift to offer.
Old Mrs. Worrett, who, though fatter than ever, still retained the power of locomotion, drove in from Conic Section in her roomy carryall with the present of a rather obsolete copy of "Murray's Guide," in faded red covers, which her father had used in his youth, and which she was sure Katy would find convenient; also a bottle of Brown's Jamaica Ginger, in case of sea-sickness.
Debby's sister-in-law brought a bundle of dried chamomile for the same purpose.
Some one had told her it was the "handiest thing in the world to take along with you on them steamboats."
Cecy sent a wonderful old-gold and scarlet contrivance to hang on the wall of the stateroom.
There were pockets for watches, and pockets for medicines, and pockets for handkerchief and hairpins,—in short, there were pockets for everything; besides a pincushion with
"Bon Voyage" in rows of shining pins, a bottle of eau-de-cologne, a cake of soap, and a hammer and tacks to nail the whole up with.
Mrs. Hall's gift was a warm and very pretty woollen wrapper of dark blue flannel, with a pair of soft knitted slippers to match.
Old Mr. Worrett sent a note of advice, recommending Katy to take a quinine pill every day that she was away, never to stay out late, because the dews "over there" were said to be unwholesome, and on no account to drink a drop of water which had not been boiled.
From Cousin Helen came a delightful travelling-bag, light and strong at once, and fitted up with all manner of nice little conveniences.
Miss Inches sent a
"History of Europe" in five fat volumes, which was so heavy that it had to be left at home.
In fact, a good many of Katy's presents had to be left at home, including a bronze paper-weight in the shape of a griffin, a large pair of brass screw candlesticks, and an ormolu inkstand with a pen-rest attached, which weighed at least a pound and a half.
These Katy laid aside to enjoy after her return.
Mrs. Ashe and Cousin Helen had both warned her of the inconvenient consequences of weight in baggage; and by their advice she had limited herself to a single trunk of moderate size, besides a little flat valise for use in her stateroom.
Clover's gift was a set of blank books for notes, journals, etc.
In one of these, Katy made out a list of
"Things I must see,"
"Things I must do,"
"Things I would like to see,"
"Things I would like to do."