se of his own at once; he should take her first to
live with his mother, where she could learn what was necessary much
better than there in Silverton.

Wilford Cameron expected to be obeyed in every important matter by the
happy person who should be his wife, and as he possessed the faculty of
enforcing perfect obedience without seeming to be severe, so he silenced
Katy's arguments, and when they left the shadow of the butternut tree
she knew that in all human probability six weeks' time would find her on
the broad ocean alone with Wilford Cameron. So perfect was Katy's faith
and love that she had no fear of Wilford now, but as his affianced wife
walked confidently by his side, feeling fully his equal, nor once
dreaming how great the disparity his city friends would discover between
the fastidious man of fashion and the unsophisticated country girl. And
Wilford did not seek to enlighten her, but suffered her to talk of the
delight it would be to live in New York, and how pleasant for mother and
Helen to visit her, especially the latter, who would thus have a chance
to see something of the world.

"When I get a house of my own I mean she shall live with me all the
while," she said, stooping to gather a tuft of wild bluebells growing in
a marshy spot.

Wilford winced a little, for in his estimation Helen Lennox formed no
part of that household to be established on Madison Square, but he would
not so soon tear down Katy's castles, and so he merely remarked as she
asked if it would not be nice to have Helen with them.

"Yes, very nice, but do not speak of it to her yet, as it will probably
be some time before she will come to us, and she had better not have it
in anticipation."

And so Helen never knew the honor in store for her as she stood in the
doorway anxiously waiting for her sister, who, she feared, would take
cold from being out so long. Something though in Katy's face made her
guess that to her was lost forever the bright little sister whom she
loved so dearly, and fleeing up the narrow stairway to her room she
wept bitterly as she thought of the coming time when she would share
that room alone, and know that never again would a little golden head
lie upon her neck just as it had lain, for there would be a new love, a
new interest between them, a love for the man whose voice she could hear
now talking to her mother in the peculiar tone he always assumed when
speaking to any one of them excepting Morris or Katy