After a time, she resumed, "After
all, auntie, I don't know but I like your way better. I thought at
first it was going to be slow here. At home, there's never any
time for quiet talks like this; it's just nothing but a hurry and
a scrabble, and when we get through, we've nothing to show for it.
I've only been here six weeks, but I really feel as if I know you
now better than I do mamma." And Katharine rested her head against
the back of her chair, while the dark eyes fixed on the fire grew
a little dim.
Mrs. Hapgood leaned over and rested her hand on the girl's, as it
lay on the arm of her chair.
"I'm glad to have you say so, Katharine," said she. "For this
year, I am to stand in place of a mother to you, you know, and I
like to have you feel at home here."
"I know all that," answered Katharine; "and I'm glad they sent me
here, only it mixes me all up. When I was at home and kept hearing
little bits about it, the parties and the flowers and the pretty
gowns, I felt as if I couldn't wait to be old enough to be in it
all. When I came away, mamma said I was to be here a year, and
then, go home to come out, so I could be ready to be married at
eighteen, as she did. A year is such a little while to wait that I
thought I was almost there.
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