"I should think you might know," she answered. "Alan was
responsible for it, of course. Don't you know how he is always
saying '_Great Scott'_?"
"That is it, is it?" said Florence. Then she returned to the
subject of which they had just been speaking. "When do you think
you will go, Katharine?"
"In about two weeks, I think," Katharine replied, as she rolled
the cat over on its back and tickled it under its furry chin.
"Papa wrote, some time ago, that he wanted us to be at home before
July, for then he is going to start on a trip to Alaska, and we
are both to go with. him. He hasn't mentioned it for a month, now,
but I suppose of course he means to go. I hope so, I am sure, for
I love to travel, and Jessie has never taken a real long journey,
except to come here."
"To Alaska? How I envy you!" said Florence longingly.
"I wish you could go with us," answered Katharine. "It will be a
lovely journey, I know, for it is so different from anything else
we have seen. I'll tell you, Florence, you must come out to see
us, some day, and then we'll go again. If it were not for this
Alaska plan, I should hate to go home, for I have had such a
pleasant year, here in New England.
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