Sometimes I feel as if I had
never known what it was to really live, till I came here; and
Jessie dreads going worse than I do."
"You'll probably forget us, before you've been away a month," said
Florenge lightly.
Katharine moved among her cushions until she was facing her
friend.
"Do you think I am so fickle as that, Florence?" she asked, and
her tone was a little hurt. "If that is all my friendship amounts
to, it isn't worth the having."
"I didn't mean that," said Florence; "but it wouldn't be strange
if you did forget us, Kit, when you are back again among your
other friends."
"What an absurd idea, Florence! Do you think I shall ever forget
Bridget and Job and the cooking club, and all the rest of our good
times? I shan't be nearly as likely to, just because we don't have
anything like it in Omaha. And if I do come out next winter, I
know that, right in the middle of all the parties and things, I
shall have little homesick twinges for our frolics in the attic,
and the cosy talks around Mrs. Adams's open fire."
"It must be so exciting to come out," sighed Florence. "We can't
do it in this little place, for we're never in, very much. I
should be sorry to leave the girls, Kit, but I almost wish I lived
in a city, the way you do.
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