"Oh, I am having a bad time," said Kitty; "don't you suppose that I am not suffering.  I am suffering horribly, but I won't let anybody know--that is, if I can help it.  I am not going to damp the pleasure of the others; you know that father is going, and I am his only child. He is coming just once to say good-bye to me; yes, he promises me that even in the telegram.  He will come in about a fortnight from now, just a week before the Cherry Feast.  Oh, I am miserable, I am miserable!"