"I saw Silvery Mary the other day and told her you were coming. She is the same mouse as ever. I shall ask her and some of the other girls to come out to lunch on one of your days. Good-by, with a hundred and fifty kisses to Clovy and the rest.
Your loving
Rose Red.
"She never signs herself Browne, I observe," said Clover, as she finished the letter.
"Oh, Rose Red Browne would sound too funny. Rose Red she must stay till the end of the chapter; no other name could suit her half so well, and I can't imagine her being called anything else. What fun it will be to see her and little Rose!"
"And Deniston Browne," put in Clover.
"Somehow I find it rather hard to take in the fact that there is a Deniston Browne," observed Katy.
"It will be easier after you have seen him, perhaps."
The last day came, as last days will. Katy's trunk, most carefully and exactly packed by the united efforts of the family, stood in the
