"Yes, she seems perfectly well again, and as strong as before she had the fever, though that dear old Goody Swift is just as careful of her as ever. She would not let us bring her here this afternoon, for fear we should stay out till the dew fell. Ned, it is perfectly delightful that you were able to come. It makes going to Venice seem quite a different thing, does n't it, Katy?"
"I don't want it to seem quite different, because going to Venice was always one of my dreams," replied Katy, with a little laugh.
"I hope at least it does n't make it seem less pleasant," said Mr. Worthington, as his sister stopped to pick a violet.
"No, indeed, I am glad," said Katy; "we shall all be seeing it for the first time, too, shall we not? I think you said you had never been there." She spoke simply and frankly, but she was conscious of an odd shyness.
"I simply could n't stand it any longer," Ned Worthington confided to his sister when
