Another she devoted to various good shopping addresses which had been given her; for though she did not expect to do any shopping herself, she thought Mrs. Ashe might find them useful.
Katy's ideas were still so simple and unworldly, and her experience of life so small, that it had not occurred to her how very tantalizing it might be to stand in front of shop windows full of delightful things and not be able to buy any of them.
She was accordingly overpowered with surprise, gratitude, and the sense of sudden wealth, when about a week before the start her father gave her three little thin strips of paper, which he told her were circular notes, and worth a hundred dollars apiece.
He also gave her five English sovereigns.
"Those are for immediate use," he said. "Put the notes away carefully, and don't lose them.
You had better have them cashed one at a time as you require them.
Mrs. Ashe will explain how.
You will need a gown or so before you come back, and you'll want to buy some photographs and so on, and there will be fees—"
"But, papa," protested Katy, opening wide her candid eyes, "I didn't expect you to give me any money, and I'm afraid you are giving me too much.
Do you think you can afford it?
Really and truly, I don't want to buy things.
I shall see everything, you know, and that's enough."
Her father only laughed.
"You'll be wiser and greedier before the year is out, my dear," he replied.
"Three hundred dollars won't go far, as you'll find.
But it's all I can spare, and I trust you to keep within it, and not come home with any long bills for me to pay."
"Papa!
I should think not!" cried Katy, with unsophisticated horror.
One very interesting thing was to happen before they sailed, the thought of which helped both Katy and Clover through the last hard days, when the preparations were nearly complete, and the family had leisure to feel dull and out of spirits.
Katy was to make Rose Red a visit.
Rose had by no means been idle during the three years and a half which had elapsed since they all parted at Hillsover, and during which the girls had not seen her.
In fact, she had made more out of the time than any of the rest of them, for she had been engaged for eighteen months, had been married, and was now keeping house near Boston with a little Rose of her own, who, she wrote to Clover, was a perfect angel, and more delicious than words could say!
Mrs. Ashe had taken passage in the
"Spartacus," sailing from Boston; and it was arranged that Katy should spend the last two days before sailing, with Rose, while Mrs. Ashe and Amy visited an old aunt in Hingham.
To see Rose in her own home, and Rose's husband, and Rose's baby, was only next in interest to seeing Europe.
None of the changes in her lot seemed to have changed her particularly, to judge by the letter she sent in reply to Katy's announcing her plans, which letter ran as follows:—
"LONGWOOD, September 20.
"My dearest child,—Your note made me dance with delight. I stood on my head waving my heels wildly to the breeze till Deniston thought I must be taken suddenly mad; but when I explained he did the same.
It is too enchanting, the whole of it.
I put it at the head of all the nice things that ever happened, except my baby.
Write the moment you get this by what train you expect to reach Boston, and when you roll into the station you will behold two forms, one tall and stalwart, the other short and fatsome, waiting for you.
They will be those of Deniston and myself.
Deniston is not beautiful, but he is good, and he is prepared to adore you.
The baby is both good and beautiful, and you will adore her.
I am neither; but you know all about me, and I always did adore you and always shall.
I am going out this moment to the butcher's to order a calf fatted for your special behoof; and he shall be slain and made into cutlets the moment I hear from you.
My funny little house, which is quite a dear little house too, assumes a new interest in my eyes from the fact that you so soon are to see it.
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
"ROSE RED."
"She never signs herself Browne, I observe," said Clover, as she finished the letter.
"Oh, Rose Red Browne would sound too funny.
Rose Red she must stay till the end of the CHAPTER; no other name could suit her half so well, and I can't imagine her being called anything else.
What fun it will be to see her and little Rose!"
"And Deniston Browne," put in Clover.
"Somehow I find it rather hard to take in the fact that there is a Deniston Browne," observed Katy.