In the High Valley / Being the fifth and last volume of the Katy Did series

o love each other, but the Young family uttered it bravely and resolutely. Lionel, who was impatient to get to work a

Moggy and I will give you such a good time as you never had in your lives. We'll all go up to Estes Pa

, and Tom and Giles in Van Diemen's Land, where they were making a very good thing out of a sheep ranch. There was no reason why Lionel should not be equally lucky with his cattle in Colorado; there were younger children to be considered; it was "all in the day's work," the natural thing. Large families must separate, parents could not expect to keep their grown boys an

homesick and astray while farewells and greetings went on about her, and the people who were going and those who were to stay behind seemed mixed in an inextricable tangle on the decks. Then a bell rang,

and took Imogen down to her stateroom, advising her to get

," he remarked. "We're in for a

t you suppose I'm going to be sick,-I, a Devonshire girl b

ugs out, any way, and your brushes and combs and things

ll formidable, being no older than Imogen, very small and shy, a soft, dark-eyed appealing creature, half English, half Belgic by extraction, and going out, it appeared, to join a lover who for three years had been in California making ready for her. He was to meet her in New York, with

Devonshire bringing up, the English Channel proved too much for her, and she had to endure two pretty bad days before, promoted from gruel to dry toast, and from dry toast to beef-tea,

rugs about her, "Here's my sister at last, you see;" which off-hand introduction the lady acknowledged with a pleasant smile, saying she was glad to see Miss Young able t

tle appointments, from the down pillow at top of her chair to the fur-trimmed shoes on a pair of particularly pretty feet at the other end. Sh

e this is your first

one of us were with him. It's all p

h? Don't you ex

glad to be with Lionel and of use to him, bu

and you know the adage about duty performed making rainbows in the soul. And then Colorado is a beautiful State, with the finest of mountain views, a wonderful climate

really absurd the way he talks about it. Y

ferent; but all the same,

so"-do

een or sixteen, with a sweet, childish face who came running down

re willing he will take me across to the bows to see the

lady, who is the sister of Mr. Young, who was so kind about playing ship-coil with you

beautiful, long-lashe

sorry you were so sick," she said, with a frank polite

said Imogen, holding fast the l

the first time we came over, and I beh

g. "You were like a caged bird, beating y

played in her pink cheek as if she w

I must go. I'll come back presently a

mericans," said Imogen after a little pause. "

se a good many of them ar

am sure," indicating a pretty, stylish young person, who was

imagine

deck quite unheeded, and amused himself by pulling the rugs off the knees of the sicker passengers. "They are Americans, I know! Did you ever see such creatures? The idea of letting that child make a nu

. They call themselves Americans because they have lived in Buffalo for ten years and are naturalized; but he was born in Scotland an

e English, after all?" cried Imo

oats. The Germans have a large shop in New York, and go out every year to buy goods and tell their relations how superior the United States are to Breslau. They are all Americans, though you would scarcely

fore in that light. Are there no real Americans, then

. There are a great many 'real Am

d surprise in Imogen's tone that it was i

now it? What did

ike myself. You are exactl

you, therefore. I like England very much, so

. "It's the height of an American's ambitio

uld be glad to copy what is best and nicest in English ways and manners, but a really good Ame

er there! How very odd. I shall never get to understand the Americans. They're so different from each other as well as from us. There were some ladies from New York at Bideford the other day,-a Mrs. Page and a Comtesse

a good while since. It was before her daughter was married

se husband is in the navy? Why, that'

the lady, surprised in her turn. "That is rea

. My brother has bought a share in Geoff's business

ado, to live close to Aunt Clover; what do you think of that for a surprise? I don't wonder that you open your

her baby, and Aunt Clover's baby, and Uncle Geoff and Phil, and all of them. It's the beautifulest place out there that you ever saw. There are whole droves of ho

. "Coax mamma to fetch you out this summer, and come and make me a visit. We're going to have

days' journey. Amy would be charmed to come, I am sure, but I am afraid the distance will stand in her way. One doesn't

rica, made the remainder of the voyage very pleasant. They sat together for hours every day, talking, and reading, and gradually Imoge

ching skies and very bright sunsets. Accustomed to the low-hung grays and struggling sunbeams of southern England, Imogen could not get used to these novelties. Her surprise over the dazzle of

th officer made his visit, and before long they were steaming up the wide bay of New York, between green, flowery shores, under the colossal Liberty, whose outstretched arm seemed to point to the dim rich mass of roofs and towe

h still very pretty, as she stood with the rest, gazing at the crowd of faces, all of whose eyes we

e there?" she asked, smitten with a sudden f

wait. But he not fail; he will be here." Then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed with a litt

a husband like that,-a fact which she had disbelieved till now, demurring also in her private mind as to the propriety of such a thing. It was pretty to see the tender happiness in the girl's face, and the answering expression of her lover's. It seemed to put poetry and

o sit up till the boat gets in at two-thirty, keeping a little supper hot and hot for you. The Torpedo Sta

le's arm. "I love explosions. Why didn't Tan

cting on a request from Geoffrey Templestowe, he had taken rooms for them at a hotel,

ere," he added. "If you're not too tired I advise you to go. Jefferson is an e

ed Imogen to Mrs. Ashe; "all this trouble, and he ne

there's no doubt as to that, and they don't consider anything a trouble which

at all. I think it extraordinary, and it was

-mate had been having a private conference

hour," she told her. "And oh, won't you and Mr. Young come to be

sun pouring in through a rich rose window and throwing blue and red reflections on the little group of five at the altar, while from outside came the din of wheels and the unceasing tread of busy feet. The service was soon over, the signatures were made, and the little bride went down the chanc

assed, and certainly never anything quite so fine as the best of them. Squalor and splendor jostled each other side by side; everywhere there was the same endless throng of hurrying people, and everywhere the same abundance of flowers for sale, in

such a thing would be considered very odd, ve

ough to fancy it," replied her brother. "Stuffy old things. It

went about her toilet well-pleased; and her pleasure was presently increased when she found on her dressing-table a beautiful bunch of summer roses, with "Mrs. Geoffrey Templestowe's lo

l are. I don't feel half so home-sick as I expected. I must write mamma about these roses. Of course Mrs. Ge

dy to set in a crimson sky. There was a balcony outside the windows, and Imogen pulled a chair out on it to enjoy the view. Carriages were rolling in at the Park gates, looking exactly like the equipages one sees in London, with fat coachmen, glossy horses, and jingling

ughts reverted to Miss Opdyke and her tale of the Ta

must have considere

ock was heard, and a colored boy, entering with a tinkli

rink iced water. I rang for hot water

ardon,

l me 'lady'?" she murmure

h as she had supposed did not grow outside of England, raspberries and currants such as England never knew, and wonderful blackberries, of great size and sweetness, bursting with purple juice. There

gs so," she protested. "We are eatin

replied. "Dinner costs just the same, once you sit down to it, wh

he retorted. "But all the same, sin

ther. "That's right, Moggy; pitch in, spoil the Egyptians

lovable, unpractical Rip, up the mountain to his sleep of years, and down again, white-haired and tottering, to find himself forgotten by his kin and a stranger in his own home. People about them were weeping on relays of pocket-handkerchiefs, hanging them up one by one as they became soaked, and beginning on others. Imogen had but one handkerchief, but she cried with that t

's-maid, a bath and a bed at her disposal, and just beyond a daintily appointed dinner-table adorned with fresh flowers,-all at forty miles an hour,-she had leisure to review her situation and be astonished. Bustling cities shot past them,-or seemed to shoot,-beautifully kept country-seats, shabby suburbs where goats and pigs mounted guard over shanties and cabbage-be

understand it," though