Wherever her parents went she went, as a matter of course.

So it had always been, and so without doubt it always would be.

She did not care specially about going to California at this season of the year,--in fact she had told her bosom friend, Madge Everton, only the day before, that it was "rather a bore," and that she should have preferred to go to Newport.
"But what would you ?" she added, with the slightest shrug of her pretty shoulders.

"Papa and mamma really must go, it appears; so of course I must go too." "A bore!" repeated Madge energetically, replying to the first part of her friend's remarks.

"Hilda, what a _very_ singular girl you are! Here I, or Nelly, or _any_ of the other girls would give both our ears, and our front teeth too, to make such a trip; and just because you _can_ go, you sit there and call it 'a bore!'" And Madge shook her black curls, and opened wide eyes of indignation and wonder at our ungrateful heroine.