But when we get settled down for the winter, I mean to go on
and do a little studying by myself, history or something. I don't
know yet just what it will be. You've had a hard summer and fall,
Jessie," she added, surveying her sister with a motherly air; "but
you've gone through it splendidly, and I'm proud of you."
"It's no harder for me than for you," responded Jessie sturdily;
"and it hasn't made half the difference in my plans. But there are
times, Kit, when I do feel as if I must see papa again."
"I don't dare let myself think about him much," said Katharine
slowly. "It is one of the things we can't undo, and must take as
they come." She was silent for a few moments, then added, with an
evident effort to turn the conversation, "Here comes the postman.
I don't suppose he has anything for us, though."
"Maybe he has," answered Jessie hopefully. "It is ever and ever so
long since we heard from any of the girls."
The sisters sat watching the man as he came slowly down the
street, stopping here and there to leave a part of his precious
burden.
"Don't you ever wish you could know just what is in all those
letters?" asked Jessie, as she rested her chin in her hands.
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