ELEN: I have just come in from a little party given by
one of Mrs. Harvey's friends, and I am so tired, for you know I am not
accustomed to such late hours. Wilford says I will get accustomed to
them, that in New York they are seldom in bed before eleven or twelve,
but I never shall. It will kill me, I am sure, and yet I rather enjoy
the sitting up if I did not feel so wretchedly next day. The party was
very pleasant indeed, and everybody was so kind to me, especially Mr.
Ray, who stood by me all the time, and who somehow seemed to help me, so
that I knew just what to do, and was not awkward at all. I hope not, at
least for Wilford's sake.

"You do not know how grand and dignified he is here in Boston among his
own set; he is so different from what he was in Silverton that I should
be afraid of him if I did not know how much he loves me. He shows that
in every action, and I am perfectly happy, except when I think that
to-morrow night at this time I shall be on the sea, going away from you
all. Here it does not seem far to Silverton, and I often look toward
home, wondering what you are doing, and if you miss me any. I wish I
could see you once before I go, just to tell you all how much I love
you--more than I ever did before, I am sure.

"And now I come to the trunk. I know you will be surprised at its
contents, but you cannot be more so than I was when Wilford said I must
pack them up and send them back--all the dresses you and Marion made."

"No, oh no," and Helen felt her strength leave her wrists in one sudden
throb as the letter dropped from her hand, while she tore off the linen
covering and saw for herself that Katy had written truly.

She could not weep then, but her face was white as marble as she again
took up the letter and commenced at the point where she had broken off.

* * * * *

"It seems that people traveling in Europe do not need many things, but
what they have must be just right, and so Mrs. Cameron wrote for Mrs.
Harvey to see to my wardrobe, and if I had not exactly what was proper
she was to procure it. It is very funny that she did not find a single
proper garment among them all, when we thought them so nice. They were
not just the style, she said, and that was very desirable in Mrs.
Wilford Cameron. Somehow she tries to impress me with the idea that Mrs.
Wilford Cameron is a very different person from little Katy Lennox, but
I can see no difference except that I