“And some people’s faith and hope.”
“Des Jardins,” read Cathalina on the windows of a store where the victorias were stopping. “I did not catch what the man said and I was in the last victoria,” she explained later to one of the party, “so imagine my surprise, after having translated it ‘gardens’ and expecting to find flowers, to see this wonderful fur store.”
A great display of furs it was. The girls all longed to buy some at the summer prices, but had not planned for any large expenditures on this trip.
“Mother usually buys her furs up north,” said Betty, “since Auntie lives there, you know.”
“Look at the darling white moccasins!” Hilary and June immediately decided to purchase a pair for Mary, and several of the party bought the bead-trimmed, leather moccasins before they left Montreal.
The ascent of Mt. Royal was made by easy stages, around a beautiful, winding drive, past rocks and grassy slopes, interesting varieties of trees and bushes, skirting a bridle path part of the way, till finally the “look out”, “La Terrasse d’Observatoire au Mont-Royal” was reached and a fine view of the city and river obtained.
“Just see me come up here some summer,” said Cathalina, as she leaned upon the parapet next to Betty, “and read French while I live in some French family and talk it all the time.”
When evening came, it was decided that in view of the long trip the next day no outside entertainment should be sought.
“Let’s make it unanimous for bed,” suggested Hilary, who intended in any event to see that June was early in the land of dreams.
“I vote with Hilary,” said Jean. “My brain can’t hold so much at one time. I can’t remember all I’ve seen today!”