imitated her, even to the cutting off their hair, which
fashion may be fairly said to have originated from Katy herself, whose
short curls had ceased to be obnoxious to the fastidious Mrs. Cameron,
for Juno had tried the effect, looking, as Bell said, "like a fool,"
while Juno would have given much to have again the long black tresses,
the cutting of which did not make her look like Katy. Of all the
household, after Katy, Juno was perhaps the only one glad of the new
house. It would be a change for herself, for she meant to spend much
of her time on Madison Square, where everything was to be on the most
magnificent scale. Fortunately for Katy, she knew nothing of Juno's
intentions and built many a castle of her new home, where mother could
come with Helen and Dr. Grant. Somehow she never saw Uncle Ephraim, nor
his wife, nor yet Aunt Betsy there. She knew how out of place they would
appear, and how they would annoy Wilford: but surely to her mother and
Helen there could be no objection, and when she first went over the
house, she designated mentally this room as mother's, and another one as
Helen's, thinking how each should be fitted up with direct reference to
their tastes, Helen's containing a great many books, while her mother's
should have easy-chairs and lounges, with a host of drawers for holding
things. And Wilford heard it all, making no reply, but considering how
he could manage best so as to have no scene, for he had not the
slightest intention of inviting either Mrs. Lennox or Helen to visit
him, much less to become a part of his household. That he did not marry
Katy's relatives was a fact as fixed as the laws of the Medes and
Persians, and Katy's anticipations were answering no other purpose than
to divert her mind for the time being, keeping her bright and cheerful.

Very pleasant indeed were the pictures Katy drew of the new house where
Helen was to come, but pleasanter far were her pictures of that visit to
Silverton, to occur in April, and about which she thought so much,
dreaming of it many a night, and waking in the morning with the belief
that she had actually been where the young buds were swelling and the
fresh grass was springing by the door. Poor Katy, how much she thought
about that visit when she should see them all and go again with Uncle
Ephraim down into the meadows, making believe she was Katy Lennox
still--when she could climb the ladder in the barn after new-laid eggs,
or steal across the f