The Collected Works of Susan Coolidge: 7 Novels, 35+ Short Stories, Essays & Poems (Illustrated)
box of stores to go out by freight: oatmeal and arrowroot and beef-extract and Albert biscuits,—things which Philly ought to have, and which in a wild region might be hard to come by. Debby filled all the corners with home-made dainties of various sorts; and Clover, besides a spirit-lamp and a tea-pot, put into her trunks various small decorations,—Japanese fans and pictures, photographs, a vase or two, books and a sofa-pillow,—things which took little room, and which she thought would make their quarters look more comfortable in case they were very bare and unfurnished. People felt sorry for the probable hardships the brother and sister were to undergo; and they had as many little gifts and notes of sympathy and counsel as Katy herself when she was starting for Europe.
But I am anticipating. Before the trunks were packed, Dr. Carr’s anxieties about his “Babes in the Wood” were greatly allayed by a visit from Mrs. Hall. She came to tell him that she had heard of a possible “matron” for Clover.
“I am not acquainted with the lady myself,” she said; “but my cousin, who writes about her, knows her quite well, and says she is a highly respectable person, and belongs to nice people. Her sister, or some one, married a Phillips of Boston, and I’ve always heard that that family was one of the best there. She’s had some malarial trouble, and is at the West now on account of it, staying with a friend in Omaha; but she wants to spend the summer at St. Helen’s. And as I know you have worried a good deal over having Clover and Phil go off by themselves, I thought it might be a comfort to you to hear of this Mrs. Watson.”
“You are very good. If she proves to be the right sort of person, it will be an immense comfort. Do you know when she wants to start?”
“About the end of May,—just the right time, you see. She could join Clover and Philip as they go through, which will work nicely for them all.”
“So it will. Well, this is quite a relief. Please write to your cousin, Mrs. Hall, and make the arrangement. I don’t want Mrs. Watson to be burdened with any real care of the children, of course; but if she can arrange to go along with them, and give Clover a word of advice now and then, should she need it, I shall be easier in my mind about them.”
Clover was only doubtfully grateful when she heard of this arrangement.
“Papa always will persist in thinking that I am a baby still,” she said to Katy, drawing her little figure up to look as tall as possible. “I am twenty-two, I would have him remember. How do we know what this Mrs. Watson is like? She may be the most disagreeable person in the world for all papa can tell.”
“I really can’t find it in my heart to be sorry that it has happened, papa looks so much relieved by it,” Katy rejoined.
But all dissatisfactions and worries and misgivings took wings and flew away when, just ten days before the travellers were to start, a new and delightful change was made in the programme. Ned telegraphed that the ship, instead of coming to New York, was ordered to San Francisco to refit, and he wanted Katy to join him there early in June, prepared to spend the summer; while almost simultaneously came a letter from Mrs. Ashe, who with Amy had been staying a couple of months in New York, to say that hearing of Ned’s plan had decided her also to take a trip to California with some friends who had previously asked her to join them. These friends were, it seemed, the Daytons of Albany. Mr. Dayton was a railroad magnate, and had the control of a private car in which the party were to travel; and Mrs. Ashe was authorized to invite Katy, and Clover and Phil also, to go along with them,—the former all the way to California, and the others as far as Denver, where the roads separated.
This was truly delightful. Such an offer was surely worth a few days’ delay. The plan seemed to settle itself all in one minute. Mrs. Watson, whom every one now regretted as a complication, was the only difficulty; but a couple of telegrams settled that perplexity, and it was arranged that she should join them on the same train, though in a different car. To have Katy as a fellow-traveller, and Mrs. Ashe and Amy, made a different thing of the long journey, and Clover proceeded with her preparations in jubilant spirits.
Chapter V.
Car Forty-Seven
It is they who stay behind who suffer most from leave-takings. Those who go have the continual change of scenes and impressions to help them to forget; those who remain must bear as best they may the dull heavy sense of loss and separation.
The parting at Burnet was not a cheerful one. Clover was oppressed with the nearness of untried responsibilities; and though she kept up a brave face, she was inwardly homesick. Phil slept badly the night before the start, and looked so wan and thin as he stood on the steamer’s deck beside his sisters, waving good-by to the party on the wharf, that a new and sharp thrill of anxiety shot through his father’s heart. The boy looked so young and helpless to be sent away ill among strangers, and round-faced little Clover seemed such a fragile support! There was no help for it. The thing was decided on, decided for the best, as they all hoped; but Dr. Carr was not at all happy in his mind as he watched the steamer become a gradually lessening speck in the distance, and he sighed heavily when at last he turned away.
Elsie echoed the sigh. She, too, had noticed Phil’s looks and papa’s gravity, and her heart felt heavy within her. The house, when they reached it, seemed lonely and empty. Papa went at once to his office, and they heard him lock the door. This was such an unusual proceeding in the middle of the morning that she and Johnnie opened wide eyes of dismay at each other.
“Is papa crying, do you suppose?” whispered John.
“No, I don’t think it can be that. Papa never does cry; but I’m afraid he’s feeling badly,” responded Elsie, in the same hushed tone. “Oh, dear, how horrid it is not even to have Clover at home! What are we going to do without her and Katy?”
“I don’t know I’m sure. You can’t think how queer I feel, Elsie,—just as if my heart had slipped out of its place, and was going down, down into my boots. I think it must be the way people feel when they are homesick. I had it once before when I was at Inches Mills, but never since then. How I wish Philly had never gone to skate on that nasty pond!” and John burst into a passion of tears.
“Oh, don’t, don’t!” cried poor Elsie, for Johnnie’s sobs were infectious, and she felt an ominous lump coming into her own throat, “don’t behave so, Johnnie. Think if papa came out, and found us crying! Clover particularly said that we must make the house bright for him. I’m going to sow the mignonette seed [desperately]; come and help me. The trowel is on the back porch, and you might get Dorry’s jack-knife and cut some little sticks to mark the places.”
This expedient was successful. Johnnie, who loved to “whittle” above all things, dried her tears, and ran for her shade hat; and by the time the tiny brown seeds were sprinkled into the brown earth of the borders, both the girls were themselves again. Dr. Carr appeared from his retirement half an hour later. A note had come for him meanwhile, but somehow no one had quite liked to knock at the door and deliver it.
Elsie handed it to him now, with a timid, anxious look, whose import seemed to strike him, for he laughed a little, and pinched her cheek as he read.
“I’ve been writing to Dr. Hope about the children,” he said; “that’s all. Don’t wait dinner for me, chicks. I’m off for the Corners to see a boy who’s had a fall, and I’ll get a bite there. Order something good for tea, Elsie; and afterward we’ll have a game of cribbage if I’m not called out. We must be as jolly as we can, or Clover will scold us when she comes back.”
Meanwhile the three travellers were faring through the first stage of their journey very comfortably. The fresh air and change brightened Phil; he ate a good dinner, and afterward took quite a long nap on a sofa, Clover sitting by to keep him covered and see that he did not get cold. Late in the evening they changed to the express train, and there again, Phil, after being tucked up behind the curtains of his section, went to sleep and passed a satisfactory night, so that he reached Chicago looking so