Ralph was gone, and if these friends should go also, she would be very lonely, notwithstanding she had many acquaintances here.
“I want you, Grace; please do not refuse,” Star pleaded, as she hesitated, and she assented without further demur.
Accordingly, the next day they all left Newport, and many blank faces and wistful eyes watched their departure, for they had formed a nucleus around which a brilliant circle had collected, and they would be sadly missed.
The trip occupied three weeks, and proved a most delightful one also.
Star was a first-rate traveler, Miss Meredith a most pleasant companion, and they all regained much of their accustomed spirits before it was over, and Mr. Rosevelt congratulated himself that he had planned most wisely.
“I think it is charming to travel in this way,” Star said, one day while they were at Niagara; “just a few of us who enjoy each other, stopping when we choose, going on when we like, and having everything our own way. I think there is nothing so pleasant as traveling.”
“How would you like to go to California and the Yosemite Valley?” Mr. Rosevelt asked.
“I think I should like it,” she answered, enthusiastically.
“Will you go this fall?”
“Oh, Uncle Jacob, aren’t you tired? Do you not need to go home and rest after so much dissipation?” the young girl asked, but her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed with anticipation.