run up to Pisa and see the Cathedral and the Leaning Tower and everything else. Now, that is something Ulysses did n't do! I am so glad I did n't die of measles when I was little, as Rose Red used to say." She gave her book a toss into the air as she spoke, and caught it again as it fell, very much as the Katy Carr of twelve years ago might have done.
"What a child you are!" said Mrs. Ashe, approvingly; "you never seem out of sorts or tired of things."
"Out of sorts? I should think not! And pray why should I be, Polly dear?"
Katy had taken to calling her friend "Polly dear" of late,—a trick picked up half unconsciously from Lieutenant Ned. Mrs. Ashe liked it; it was sisterly and intimate, she said, and made her feel nearer Katy's age.
"Does the tower really lean?" questioned Amy,—"far over, I mean, so that we can see it?"
"We shall know to-morrow," replied Katy.
