“Dear fellow! so he is. I am seven years older than he, but we have always been intimate. Brothers and sisters are not always intimate, you know,—or perhaps you don’t know, for all of yours are.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Katy, with a happy smile. “There is nobody like Clover and Elsie, except perhaps Johnnie and Dorry and Phil,” she added with a laugh.
The remove to the Pension Suisse was made early the next morning. Mrs. Page and Lilly did not appear to welcome them. Katy rather rejoiced in their absence, for she wanted the chance to get into order without interruptions.
There was something comfortable in the thought that they were to stay a whole month in these new quarters; for so long a time, it seemed worth while to make them pretty and homelike. So, while Mrs. Ashe unpacked her own belongings and Amy’s, Katy, who had a natural turn for arranging rooms, took possession of the little parlor, pulled the furniture into new positions, laid out portfolios and work-cases and their few books, pinned various photographs which they had bought in Oxford and London on the walls, and tied back the curtains to admit the sunshine. Then she paid a visit to the little garden, and came back with a long branch of laurestinus, which she trained across the mantelpiece, and a bunch of wallflowers for their one little vase. The maid, by her orders, laid a fire of wood and pine cones ready for lighting; and when all was done she called Mrs. Ashe to pronounce upon the effect.
“It is lovely,” she said, sinking into a great velvet arm-chair which Katy had drawn close to the seaward window. “I haven’t seen anything so pleasant since we left home. You are a witch, Katy, and the comfort of my life. I am so glad I brought you! Now, pray go and unpack your own things, and make yourself look nice for the second breakfast. We have been a shabby set enough since we arrived. I saw those cousins of yours looking askance at our old travelling-dresses yesterday. Let us try to make a more respectable impression to-day.”
So they went down to breakfast, Mrs. Ashe in one of her new Paris gowns, Katy in a pretty dress of olive serge, and Amy all smiles and ruffled pinafore, walking hand in hand with her uncle Ned, who had just arrived and whose great ally she was; and Mrs. Page and Lilly, who were already seated at table, had much ado to conceal their somewhat unflattering surprise at the conjunction. For one moment Lilly’s eyes opened into a wide stare of incredulous astonishment; then she remembered herself, nodded as pleasantly as she could to Mrs. Ashe and Katy, and favored Lieutenant Worthington with a pretty blushing smile as he went by, while she murmured,—
“Mamma, do you see that? What does it mean?”
“Why, Ned, do you know those people?” asked Mrs. Ashe at the same moment.
“Do you know them!”
“Yes; we met yesterday. They are connections of my friend Miss Carr.”
“Really? There is not the least family likeness between them.” And Mr. Worthington’s eyes travelled deliberately from Lilly’s delicate, golden prettiness to Katy, who, truth to say, did not shine by the contrast.
“She has a nice, sensible sort of face,” he thought, “and she looks like a lady, but for beauty there is no comparison between the two.” Then he turned to listen to his sister as she replied,—
“No, indeed, not the least; no two girls could be less like.” Mrs. Ashe had made the same comparison, but with quite a different result. Katy’s face was grown dear to her, and she had not taken the smallest fancy to Lilly Page.
Her relationship to the young naval officer, however, made a wonderful difference in the attitude of Mrs. Page and Lilly toward the party. Katy became a person to be cultivated rather than repressed, and thenceforward there was no lack of cordiality on their part.
“I want to come in and have a good talk,” said Lilly, slipping her arm through Katy’s as they left the dining-room. “Mayn’t I come now while mamma is calling on Mrs. Ashe?” This arrangement brought her to the side of Lieutenant Worthington, and she walked between him and Katy down the hall and into the little drawing-room.
“Oh, how perfectly charming! You have been fixing up ever since you came, haven’t you? It looks like home. I wish we had a salon, but mamma thought it wasn’t worth while, as we were only to be here such a little time. What a delicious balcony over the water, too! May I go out on it? Oh, Mr. Worthington, do see this!”
She pushed open the half-closed window and stepped out as she spoke. Mr. Worthington, after hesitating a moment, followed. Katy paused uncertain. There was hardly room for three in the balcony, yet she did not quite like to leave them. But Lilly had turned her back, and was talking in a low tone; it was nothing more in reality than the lightest chit-chat, but it had the air of being something confidential; so Katy, after waiting a little while, retreated to the sofa, and took up her work, joining now and then in the conversation which Mrs. Ashe was keeping up with Cousin Olivia. She did not mind Lilly’s ill-breeding, nor was she surprised at it. Mrs. Ashe was less tolerant.
“Isn’t it rather damp out there, Ned?” she called to her brother; “you had better throw my shawl round Miss Page’s shoulders.”
“Oh, it isn’t a bit damp,” said Lilly, recalled to herself by this broad hint. “Thank you so much for thinking of it, Mrs. Ashe, but I am just coming in.” She seated herself beside Katy, and began to question her rather languidly.
“When did you leave home, and how were they all when you came away?”
“All well, thank you. We sailed from Boston on the 14th of October; and before that I spent two days with Rose Red,—you remember her? She is married now, and has the dearest little home and such a darling baby.”
“Yes, I heard of her marriage. It didn’t seem much of a match for Mr. Redding’s daughter to make, did it? I never supposed she would be satisfied with anything less than a member of Congress or a Secretary of Legation.”
“Rose isn’t particularly ambitious, I think, and she seems perfectly happy,” replied Katy, flushing.
“Oh, you needn’t fire up in her defence; you and Clover always did adore Rose Red, I know, but I never could see what there was about her that was so wonderfully fascinating. She never had the least style, and she was always just as rude to me as she could be.”
“You were not intimate at school, but I am sure Rose was never rude,” said Katy, with spirit.
“Well, we won’t fight about her at this late day. Tell me where you have been, and where you are going, and how long you are to stay in Europe.”
Katy, glad to change the subject, complied, and the conversation diverged into comparison of plans and experiences. Lilly had been in Europe nearly a year, and had seen “almost everything,” as she phrased it. She and her mother had spent the previous winter in Italy, had taken a run into Russia, “done” Switzerland and the Tyrol thoroughly, and France and Germany, and were soon going into Spain, and from there to Paris, to shop in preparation for their return home in the spring.
“Of course we shall want quantities of things,” she said. “No one will believe that we have been abroad unless we bring home a lot of clothes. The lingerie and all that is ordered already; but the dresses must be made at the last moment, and we shall have a horrid time of it, I suppose. Worth has promised to make me two walking-suits and two ball-dresses, but he’s very bad about keeping his word. Did you do much when you were in Paris, Katy?”
“We went to the Louvre three times, and to Versailles and St. Cloud,” said Katy, wilfully misunderstanding her.
“Oh, I didn’t mean that kind of stupid thing; I meant gowns. What did you buy?”
“One tailor-made suit of dark blue cloth.”
“My! what moderation!”
Shopping played a large part in Lilly’s reminiscences. She recollected places, not from