CHAPTER V.
CAR FORTY-SEVEN.
It is they who stay behind who suffer most from leave-takings. Those whogo have the continual change of scenes and impressions to help them toforget; those who remain must bear as best they may the dull heavy senseof loss and separation.
The parting at Burnet was not a cheerful one. Clover was oppressed withthe nearness of untried responsibilities; and though she kept up a braveface, she was inwardly homesick. Phil slept badly the night before thestart, and looked so wan and thin as he stood on the steamer's deck besidehis sisters, waving good-by to the party on the wharf, that a new andsharp thrill of anxiety shot through his father's heart. The boy looked soyoung and helpless to be sent away ill among strangers, and round-facedlittle Clover seemed such a fragile support! There was no help for it. Thething was decided on, decided for the best, as they all hoped; but Dr.Carr was not at all happy in his mind as he watched the steamer become agradually lessening speck in the distance, and he sighed heavily when atlast he turned away.
Elsie echoed the sigh. She, too, had noticed Phil's looks and papa'sgravity, and her heart felt heavy within her. The house, when they reachedit, seemed lonely and empty. Papa went at once to his office, and theyheard him lock the door. This was such an unusual proceeding in the middleof the morning that she and Johnnie opened wide eyes of dismay at eachother.
"Is papa crying, do you suppose?" whispered John.
"No, I don't think it can be _that_. Papa never does cry; but I'm afraidhe's feeling badly," responded Elsie, in the same hushed tone. "Oh, dear,how horrid it is not even to have Clover at home! What _are_ we going todo without her and Katy?"
"I don't know I'm sure. You can't think how queer I feel, Elsie,--just asif my heart had slipped out of its place, and was going down, down into myboots. I think it must be the way people feel when they are homesick. Ihad it once before when I was at Inches Mills, but never since then. How Iwish Philly had never gone to skate on that nasty pond!" and John burstinto a passion of tears.
"Oh, don't, don't!" cried poor Elsie, for Johnnie's sobs were infectious,and she felt an ominous lump coming into her own throat, "don't behave so,Johnnie. Think if papa came out, and found us crying! Clover particularlysaid that we must make the house bright for him. I'm going to sow themignonette seed [desperately]; come and help me. The trowel is on the backporch, and you might get Dorry's jack-knife and cut some little sticks tomark the places."
This expedient was successful. Johnnie, who loved to "whittle" above allthings, dried her tears, and ran for her shade hat; and by the time thetiny brown seeds were sprinkled into the brown earth of the borders, boththe girls were themselves again. Dr. Carr appeared from his retirementhalf an hour later. A note had come for him meanwhile, but somehow no onehad quite liked to knock at the door and deliver it.
Elsie handed it to him now, with a timid, anxious look, whose importseemed to strike him, for he laughed a little, and pinched her cheek as heread.
"I've been writing to Dr. Hope about the children," he said; "that's all.Don't wait dinner for me, chicks. I'm off for the Corners to see a boywho's had a fall, and I'll get a bite there. Order something good for tea,Elsie; and afterward we'll have a game of cribbage if I'm not called out.We must be as jolly as we can, or Clover will scold us when she comesback."
Meanwhile the three travellers were faring through the first stage oftheir journey very comfortably. The fresh air and change brightened Phil;he ate a good dinner, and afterward took quite a long nap on a sofa,Clover sitting by to keep him covered and see that he did not get cold.Late in the evening they changed to the express train, and there again,Phil, after being tucked up behind the curtains of his section, went tosleep and passed a satisfactory night, so that he reached Chicago lookingso much better than when they left Burnet that his father's heart wouldhave been lightened could he have seen him.
Mrs. Ashe came down to the station to meet them, together with Mr.Dayton,--a kind, friendly man with a tired but particularly pleasant face.All the necessary transfer of baggage, etc., was made easy, and they werecarried off at once to the hotel where rooms had been secured. There theywere rapturously received by Amy, and introduced to Mrs. Dayton, a sweet,spirited little matron, with a face as kindly as her husband's, but not soworn. Mr. Dayton looked as if for years he had been bearing the wholeweight of a railroad on his shoulders, as in one sense it may be said thathe had.
"We have been here almost a whole day," said Amy, who had takenpossession, as a matter of course, of her old perch on Katy's knee."Chicago is the biggest place you ever saw, Tanta; but it isn't so prettyas Burnet. And oh! don't you think Car Forty-seven is nice,--the one weare going out West in, you know? And this morning Mr. Dayton took us tosee it. It's the cunningest place that ever was. There's one dear littledrawer in the wall that Mrs. Dayton says I may have to keep Mabel's thingsin. I never saw a drawer in a car before. There's a lovely little bedroomtoo, and such a nice washing-basin, and a kitchen, and all sorts ofthings. I can hardly wait till I show them to you. Don't you think thattravelling is the most delightful thing in the world, Miss Clover?"
"Yes--if only--people--don't get too tired," said Clover, with an anxiousglance at Phil, as he lay back in an easy-chair. She did not dare say,"if Phil doesn't get too tired," for she had already discovered thatnothing annoyed him so much as being talked about as an invalid, and thathe was very apt to revenge himself by doing something imprudentimmediately afterward, to disguise from an observant world the fact thathe couldn't do it without running a risk. Like most boys, he resentedbeing "fussed over,"--a fact which made the care of him more difficultthan it would otherwise have been.
The room which had been taken for Clover and Katy looked out on the lake,which was not far away; and the reach of blue water would have made apretty view if trains of cars had not continually steamed between it andthe hotel, staining the sky and blurring the prospect with their smokes.Katy wondered how it happened that the early settlers who laid out Chicagohad not bethought themselves to secure this fine water frontage as anornament to the future city; but Mr. Dayton explained that in the rapidgrowth of Western towns, things arranged themselves rather than werearranged for, and that the first pioneers had other things to think aboutthan what a New Englander would call "sightliness,"--and Katy could easilybelieve this to be true.
Car Forty-seven was on the track when they drove to the station at noonnext day. It was the end car of a long express train, which, Mr. Daytontold them, is considered the place of honor, and generally assigned toprivate cars. It was of an old-fashioned pattern, and did not compare, asthey were informed, with the palaces on wheels built nowadays for the useof railroad presidents and directors. But though Katy heard of cars withFrench beds, plunge baths, open fireplaces, and other incredible luxuries,Car Forty-seven still seemed to her inexperienced eyes and Clover's amarvel of comfort and convenience.
A small kitchen, a store closet, and a sort of baggage-room, fitted withberths for two servants, occupied the end of the car nearest the engine.Then came a dressing-closet, with ample marble basins where hot water aswell as cold was always on tap; then a wide state-room, with a bed oneither side, and then a large compartment occupying the middle of the car,where by day four nice little dining-tables could be set, with a seat oneither side, and by night six sleeping sections made up. The rest of thecar was arranged as a sitting-room, glassed all around, and furnished withcomfortable seats of various kinds, a writing-desk, two or three tables ofdifferent sizes, and various small lockers and receptacles, fitted intothe partitions to serve as catch-alls for loose articles of all sorts.
Bunches of lovely roses and baskets of strawberries stood on the tables;and quite a number of the Daytons' friends had come down to see them off,each bringing some sort of good-by gift for the travellers,--flowers,hothouse grapes, early cherries, or home-made cake. They were all socordial and pleasant and so interested in Phil, that Katy and Clover losttheir hearts to each in turn, and forever afterward were ready to
standup for Chicago as the kindest place that ever was seen.
Then amid farewells and good wishes the train moved slowly out of thestation, and the inmates of Car Forty-seven proceeded to "go tohousekeeping," as Mrs. Dayton expressed it, and to settle themselves andtheir belongings in these new quarters. Mrs. Ashe and Amy, it was decided,should occupy the state-room, and the other ladies were to dress therewhen it was convenient. Sections were assigned to everybody,--Clover'sopposite Phil's so that she might hear him if he needed anything in thenight; and Mr. Dayton called for all the bonnets and hats, and amid muchlaughter proceeded to pin up each in thick folds of newspaper, and fastenit on a hook not to be taken down till the end of the journey. Mabel'sfeathered turban took its turn with the rest, at Amy's particular request.Dust was the main thing to be guarded against, and Katy, having been dulyforewarned, had gone out in the morning, and bought for herself and Cloversoft hats of whity-gray felt and veils of the same color, like thosewhich Mrs. Dayton and Polly had provided for the journey, and which hadthe advantage of being light as well as unspoilable.
But there was no dust that first morning, as the train ran smoothly acrossthe fertile prairies of Illinois first, and then of Iowa, between fieldsdazzling with the fresh green of wheat and rye, and waysides studded withsuch wild-flowers as none of them had ever seen or dreamed of before. Pinkspikes and white and vivid blue spikes; masses of brown and orange cups,like low-growing tulips; ranks of beautiful vetches and purple lupines;escholtzias, like immense sweeps of golden sunlight; wild sweet peas;trumpet-shaped blossoms whose name no one knew,--all flung broadcast overthe face of the land, and in such stintless quantities that it dazzled themind to think of as it did the eyes to behold them. The low-lying horizonslooked infinitely far off; the sense of space was confusing. Here andthere appeared a home-stead, backed with a "break-wind" of thickly-plantedtrees; but the general impression was of vast, still distance, endlessreaches of sky, and uncounted flowers growing for their own pleasure andwith no regard for human observation.
In studying Car Forty-seven, Katy was much impressed by the thoroughnessof Mrs. Dayton's preparations for the comfort of her party. Everythingthat could possibly be needed seemed to have been thought of,--pins,cologne, sewing materials, all sorts of softening washes for the skin, tobe used on the alkaline plains, sponges to wet and fasten into the crownof hats, other sponges to breathe through, medicines of various kinds,sticking-plaster, witch-hazel and arnica, whisk brooms, piles of magazinesand novels, telegraph blanks, stationery. Nothing seemed forgotten. Cloversaid that it reminded her of the mother of the Swiss Family Robinson andthat wonderful bag out of which everything was produced that could bethought of, from a grand piano to a bottle of pickles; and after that"Mrs. Robinson" became Mrs. Dayton's pet name among herfellow-travellers. She adopted it cheerfully; and her "wonderful bag"proving quite as unfailing and trustworthy as that of her prototype, thetitle seemed justified.
Pretty soon after starting came their first dinner on the car. Such a niceone!--soup, roast chicken and lamb, green peas, new potatoes, stewedtomato; all as hot and as perfectly served as if they had been "on dryland," as Amy phrased it. There was fresh curly lettuce too, withmayonnaise dressing, and a dessert of strawberries and ice-cream,--thelatter made and frozen on the car, whose resources seemed inexhaustible.The cook had been attached to Car Forty-seven for some years, and had acelebrity on his own road for the preparation of certain dishes, which noone else could do as well, however many markets and refrigerators andkitchen ranges might be at command. One of these dishes was a peculiarform of cracked wheat, made crisp and savory after some mysteriousfashion, and eaten with thick cream. Like most _chefs_, the cook liked todo the things in which he excelled, and finding that it was admired, hegave the party this delicious wheat every morning.
"The car seems paved with bottles of Apollinaris and with lemons," wrote Katy to her father. "There seems no limit to the supply. Just as surely as it grows warm and dusty, and we begin to remember that we are thirsty, a tinkle is heard, and Bayard appears with a tray,--iced lemonade, if you please, made with Apollinaris water with strawberries floating on top! What do you think of that at thirty miles an hour? Bayard is the colored butler. The cook is named Roland. We have a fine flavor of peers and paladins among us, you perceive.
"The first day out was cool and delicious, and we had no dust. At six o'clock we stopped at a junction, and our car was detached and run off on a siding. This was because Mr. Dayton had business in the place, and we were to wait and be taken on by the next express train soon after midnight. At first they ran us down to a pretty place by the side of the river, where it was cool, and we could look out on the water and a green bank opposite, and we thought we were going to have such a nice night; but the authorities changed their minds, and presently to our deep disgust a locomotive came puffing down the road, clawed us up, ran us back, and finally left us in the middle of innumerable tracks and switches just where all the freight trains came in and met. All night long they were arriving and going out. Cars loaded with cattle, cars loaded with sheep, with pigs! Such bleatings and mooings and gruntings, I never heard in all my life before. I could think of nothing but that verse in the Psalms, 'Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round,' and could only hope that the poor animals did not feel half as badly as they sounded.
"Then long before light, as we lay listening to these lamentable roarings and grunts, and quite unable to sleep for heat and noise, came the blessed express, and presently we were away out of all the din, with the fresh air of the prairie blowing in; and in no time at all we were so sound asleep that it seemed but a minute before morning. Phil's slumbers lasted so long that we had to breakfast without him, for Mrs. Dayton would not let us wake him up. You can't think how kind she is, and Mr. Dayton too; and this way of travelling is so easy and delightful that it scarcely seems to tire one at all. Phil has borne the journey wonderfully well so far."
At Omaha, on the evening of the second day, Clover's future "matron" andadviser, Mrs. Watson, was to join them. She had been telegraphed to fromChicago, and had replied, so that they knew she was expecting them.Clover's thoughts were so occupied with curiosity as to what she wouldturn out to be, that she scarcely realized that she was crossing theMississippi for the first time, and she gave scant attention to the lowbluffs which bound the river, and on which the Indians used to hold theircouncils in those dim days when there was still an "undiscovered West" setdown in geographies and atlases.
As soon as they reached the Omaha side of the river, she and Katy jumpeddown from the car, and immediately found themselves face to face with ananxious-looking little old lady, with white hair frizzled and banged overa puckered forehead, and a pair of watery blue eyes peering from beneath,evidently in search of somebody. Her hands were quite full of bags andparcels, and a little heap of similar articles lay on the platform nearher, of which she seemed afraid to lose sight for a moment.
"Oh, is it Miss Carr?" was her first salutation. "I'm Mrs. Watson. Ithought it might be you, from the fact that you got out of that car, andit seems rather different--I am quite relieved to see you. I didn't knowbut something--My daughter she said to me as I was coming away, 'Now,Mother, don't lose yourself, whatever you do. It seems quite wild to thinkof you in Canyon this and Canyon that, and the Garden of the Gods! Do getsome one to keep an eye on you, or we shall never hear of you again.You'll--' It's quite a comfort that you have got here. I supposed youwould, but the uncertainty--Oh, dear! that man is carrying off my trunks.Please run after him and tell him to bring them back!"
"It's all right; he's the porter," explained Mr. Dayton. "Did you get yourchecks for Denver or St. Helen's?"
"Oh, I haven't any checks yet. I didn't know which it ought to be, so Iwaited till--Miss Carr and her brother would see to it for me I knew, andI wrote my daughter--My friend, Mrs. Peters,--I've been staying with her,you know,--was
sick in bed, and I wouldn't let--Dear me! what has thatgentleman gone off for in such a hurry?"
"He has gone to get your checks," said Clover, divided between diversionand dismay at this specimen of her future "matron." "We only stay here afew minutes, I believe. Do you know exactly when the train starts, Mrs.Watson?"
"No, dear, I don't. I never know anything about trains and things likethat. Somebody always has to tell me, and put me on the cars. I shalltrust to you and your brother to do that now. It's a great comfort to havea gentleman to see to things for you."
A gentleman! Poor Philly!
Mr. Dayton now came back to them. It was lucky that he knew the stationand was used to the ways of railroads, for it appeared that Mrs. Watsonhad made no arrangements whatever for her journey, but had blindlydevolved the care of herself and her belongings on her "young friends," asshe called Clover and Phil. She had no sleeping section secured and notickets, and they had to be procured at the last moment and in such ascramble that the last of her parcels was handed on to the platform by aporter, at full run, after the train was in motion. She was not at allflurried by the commotion, though others were, and blandly repeated thatshe knew from the beginning that all would be right as soon as Miss Carrand her brother arrived.
Mrs. Dayton had sent a courteous invitation to the old lady to come to CarForty-seven for tea, but Mrs. Watson did not at all like being left alonemeantime, and held fast to Clover when the others moved to go.
"I'm used to being a good deal looked after," she explained. "All thefamily know my ways, and they never do let me be alone much. I'm takenfaint sometimes; and the doctor says it's my heart or something that'sthe cause of it, so my daughter she--You ain't going, my dear, are you?"
"I must look after my brother," said poor Clover; "he's been ill, youknow, and this is the time for his medicine."
"Dear me! is he ill?" said Mrs. Watson, in an aggrieved tone. "I wasn'tprepared for that. You'll have your hands pretty full with him and meboth, won't you?--for though I'm well enough just now, there's no knowingwhat a day may bring forth, and you're all I have to depend upon. You'resure you must go? It seems as if your sister--Mrs. Worthing, is that thename?--might see to the medicine, and give you a little freedom. Don't letyour brother be too exacting, dear. It is the worst thing for a young man.I'll sit here a little while, and then I'll--The conductor will help me, Isuppose, or perhaps that gentleman might--I hate to be left by myself."
These were the last words which Clover heard as she escaped. She enteredCar Forty-seven with such a rueful and disgusted countenance thateverybody burst out laughing.
"What is the matter, Miss Clover?" asked Mr. Dayton. "Has your old ladyleft something after all?"
"Don't call her _my_ old lady! I'm supposed to be her young lady, underher charge," said Clover, trying to smile. But the moment she got Katy toherself, she burst out with,--
"My dear, what _am_ I going to do? It's really too dreadful. Instead ofsome one to help me, which is what papa meant, Mrs. Watson seems to dependon me to take all the care of her; and she says she has fainting fits anddisease of the heart! How can I take care of her? Phil needs me all thetime, and a great deal more than she does; I don't see how I can."
"You can't, of course. You are here to take care of Phil; and it is out ofthe question that you should have another person to look after. But Ithink you must mistake Mrs. Watson, Clovy. I know that Mrs. Hall wroteplainly about Phil's illness, for she showed me the letter."
"Just wait till you hear her talk," cried the exasperated Clover. "Youwill find that I didn't mistake her at all. Oh, why did Mrs. Hallinterfere? It would all seem so easy in comparison--so perfectly easy--ifonly Philly and I were alone together."
Katy thought that Clover was fretted and disposed to exaggerate; but afterMrs. Watson joined them a little later, she changed her opinion. The oldlady was an inveterate talker, and her habit of only half finishing hersentences made it difficult to follow the meanderings of her ramblingdiscourse. It turned largely on her daughter, Mrs. Phillips, her husband,children, house, furniture, habits, tastes, and the Phillips connectiongenerally.
"She's the only one I've got," she informed Mrs. Dayton; "so of courseshe's all-important to me. Jane Phillips--that's Henry's youngestsister--often says that really of all the women she ever knew Ellen is themost--And there's plenty to do always, of course, with three children andsuch a large elegant house and company coming all the--It's lucky thatthere's plenty to do with. Henry's very liberal. He likes to have thingsnice, so Ellen she--Why, when I was packing up to come away he brought methat _repousse_ fruit-knife there in my bag--Oh, it's in my other bag!Never mind; I'll show it to you some other time--solid silver, you know.Bigelow and Kennard--their things always good, though expensive; and myson-in-law he said, 'You're going to a fruit country, and--' Mrs. Petersdoesn't think there is so much fruit, though. All sent on from California,as I wrote,--and I guess Ellen and Henry were surprised to hear it."
Katy held serious counsel with herself that night as to what she should doabout this extraordinary "guide, philosopher, and friend" whom the Fateshad provided for Clover. She saw that her father, from very over-anxiety,had made a mistake, and complicated Clover's inevitable cares with a mostundesirable companion, who would add to rather than relieve them. Shecould not decide what was best to do; and in fact the time was short fordoing anything, for the next evening would bring them to Denver, and poorClover must be left to face the situation by herself as best she might.
Katy finally concluded to write her father plainly how things stood, andbeg him to set Clover's mind quite at rest as to any responsibility forMrs. Watson, and also to have a talk with that lady herself, and explainmatters as clearly as she could. It seemed all that was in her power.
Next day the party woke to a wonderful sense of lightness and exhilarationwhich no one could account for till the conductor told them that theapparently level plain over which they were speeding was more than fourthousand feet above the sea. It seemed impossible to believe it. Hour byhour they climbed; but the climb was imperceptible. Now four thousand sixhundred feet of elevation was reported, now four thousand eight hundred,at last above five thousand; and still there seemed about them nothingbut a vast expanse of flat levels,--the table-lands of Nebraska. There waslittle that was beautiful in the landscape, which was principally made upof wide reaches of sand, dotted with cactus and grease-wood and with thedroll cone-shaped burrows of the prairie-dogs, who could be seen gravelysitting on the roofs of their houses, or turning sudden somersaults in atthe holes on top as the train whizzed by. They passed and repassed longlinks of a broad shallow river which the maps showed to be the Platte, andwhich seemed to be made of two-thirds sand to one-third water. Now andagain mounted horsemen appeared in the distance whom Mr. Dayton said were"cow-boys;" but no cows were visible, and the rapidly moving figures wereneither as picturesque nor as formidable as they had expected them to be.
Flowers were still abundant, and their splendid masses gave the charm ofcolor to the rather arid landscape. Soon after noon dim blue outlines cameinto view, which grew rapidly bolder and more distinct, and revealedthemselves as the Rocky Mountains,--the "backbone of the AmericanContinent," of which we have all heard so much in geographies and thenewspapers. It was delightful, in spite of dust and glare, to sit withthat sweep of magnificent air rushing into their lungs, and watch thegreat ranges grow and grow and deepen in hue, till they seemed close athand. To Katy they were like enchanted land. Somewhere on the other sideof them, on the dim Pacific coast, her husband was waiting for her tocome, and the wheels seemed to revolve with a regular rhythmic beat to thecadence of the old Scotch song,--
"And will I see his face again; And will I hear him speak?"
But to Clover the wheels sang something less jubilant, and she studied themountains on her little travelling-map, and measured their distance fromBurnet with a sigh. They were the walls of what seemed to her a sort ofprison, as she realized that presently she should be le
ft alone amongthem, Katy and Polly gone, and these new friends whom she had learned tolike so much,--left alone with Phil and, what was worse, with Mrs. Watson!There was a comic side to the latter situation, undoubtedly, but at themoment she could not enjoy it.
Katy carried out her intention. She made a long call on Mrs. Watson in hersection, and listened patiently to her bemoanings over the noise of thecar which had kept her from sleeping; the "lady in gray over there" whohad taken such a long time to dress in the morning that she--Mrs.Watson--could not get into the toilet-room at the precise moment that shewished; the newspaper boy who would not let her "just glance over" theDenver "Republican" unless she bought and paid for it ("and I only wantedto see the Washington news, my dear, and something about a tin wedding inEast Dedham. My mother came from there, and I recognized one of the namesand--But he took it away quite rudely; and when I complained, theconductor wouldn't attend to what I--"); and the bad piece of beefsteakwhich had been brought for her breakfast at the eating-station. Katysoothed and comforted to the best of her ability, and then plunged intoher subject, explaining Phil's very delicate condition and the necessityfor constant watchfulness on the part of Clover, and saying mostdistinctly and in the plainest of English that Mrs. Watson must not expectClover to take care of her too. The old lady was not in the leastoffended; but her replies were so incoherent that Katy was not sure thatshe understood the matter any better for the explanation.
"Certainly, my dear, certainly. Your brother doesn't appear so very sick;but he must be looked after, of course. Boys always ought to be. I'llremind your sister if she seems to be forgetting anything. I hope I shallkeep well myself, so as not to be a worry to her. And we can take littleexcursions together, I dare say--Girls always like to go, and of course anolder person--Oh, no, your brother won't need her so much as you think. Heseems pretty strong to me, and--You mustn't worry about them, Mrs.Worthing--We shall all get on very well, I'm sure, provided I don't breakdown, and I guess I sha'n't, though they say almost every one does in thisair. Why, we shall be as high up as the top of Mount Washington."
Katy went back to Forty-seven in despair, to comfort herself with a longconfidential chat with Clover in which she exhorted her not to let herselfbe imposed upon.
"Be good to her, and make her as happy as you can, but don't feel bound towait on her, and run her errands. I am sure papa would not wish it; and itwill half kill you if you attempt it. Phil, till he gets stronger, is allyou can manage. You not only have to nurse him, you know, but to keep himhappy. It's so bad for him to mope. You want all your time to read withhim, and take walks and drives; that is, if there are any carriages at St.Helen's. Don't let Mrs. Watson seize upon you, Clover. I'm awfully afraidthat she means to, and I can see that she is a real old woman of the sea.Once she gets on your back you will never be able to throw her off."
"She shall not get on my back," said Clover, straightening her smallfigure; "but doesn't it seem _unnecessary_ that I should have an old womanof the sea to grapple with as well as Phil?"
"Provoking things are apt to seem unnecessary, I fancy. You mustn't letyourself get worried, dear Clovy. The old lady means kindly enough, Ithink, only she's naturally tiresome, and has become helpless from habit.Be nice to her, but hold your own. Self-preservation is the first law ofNature."
Just at dusk the train reached Denver, and the dreaded moment of partingcame. There were kisses and tearful good-byes, but not much time wasallowed for either. The last glimpse that Clover had of Katy was as thetrain moved away, when she put her head far out of the window of CarForty-seven to kiss her hand once more, and call back, in a tone oracularand solemn enough to suit King Charles the First, his own admonitory word,"Remember!"
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