She could not weep then, but her face was white as marble as she again took up the letter and commenced at the point where she had broken off.

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“It seems that people traveling in Europe do not need many things, but what they have must be just right, and so Mrs. Cameron wrote for Mrs. Harvey to see to my wardrobe, and if I had not exactly what was proper she was to procure it.  It is very funny that she did not find a single proper garment among them all, when we thought them so nice.  They were not just the style, she said, and that was very desirable in Mrs. Wilford Cameron.  Somehow she tries to impress me with the idea that Mrs. Wilford Cameron is a very different person from little Katy Lennox, but I can see no difference except that I am a great deal happier and have Wilford all the time.

“Well, as I was telling you, I was measured and fitted, and my figure praised, until my head was nearly turned, only I did not like the horrid stays they put on me, squeezing me up and making me feel so stiff.  Mrs. Harvey says no lady does without them, expressing much surprise that I had never worn them, and so I submit to the powers that be; but every chance I get here in my room I take them off and throw them on the floor, where Wilford has stumbled over them two or three times.

“This afternoon the dresses came home, and they do look beautifully, while every one has belt, and gloves, and ribbons, and sashes, and laces or muslins to match—­fashionable people are so particular about these things.  I have tried them on, and except that I think them too tight, they fit admirably, and do give me a different air from what Miss Hazelton’s did.  But I really believe I like the old ones best, because you helped to make them; and when Wilford said I must send them home, I went where he could not see me and cried, because—­well, I hardly know why I cried, unless I feared you might feel badly.  Dearest Helen, don’t, will you?  I love you just as much, and shall remember you the same as if I wore the dresses.  Dearest sister, I can fancy the look that will come on your face, and I wish I could be present to kiss it away.  Imagine me there, will you? with my arms around your neck, and tell mother not to mind.  Tell her I never loved her so well as now, and that when I come home from Europe I shall bring her ever so many things.  There is a new black silk for her in the trunk, and one for each of the aunties, while for you there is a lovely brown, which Wilford said was just your style, telling me to select as nice a silk as I pleased, and this he did I think because he guessed I had been crying.  He asked what made my eyes so red, and when I would not tell him he took me with him to the silk store and bade me get what I liked.  Oh, he is the dearest, kindest husband, and I love him all the more because I am the least bit afraid of him.

“And now I must stop, for Wilford says so.  Dear Helen, dear all of you, I can’t help crying as I say good-by.  Remember little Katy, and if she ever did anything bad, don’t lay it up against her.  Kiss Morris and Uncle Ephraim, and say how much I love them.  Darling sister, darling mother, good-by.”