She was just as glad as glad could be that she was going, only she wished Monday would hurry up and come so we could be gone.
And that's all.

It's Saturday now, and we go just day after to-morrow.
Our trunks are 'most packed, and Mother says she wishes she'd planned to go to-day.

I've said good-bye to all the girls, and promised to write loads of letters about Boston and everything.

They are almost as excited as I am; and I've promised, "cross my heart and hope to die," that I won't love those Boston girls better than I do them--specially Carrie Heywood, of course, my dearest friend.
Nurse Sarah is hovering around everywhere, asking to help, and pretending she's sorry we're going.

But she isn't sorry.