"Here we are, Miss" Mr. Sebastian says. "Santa Fe, isn't she beautiful?"
"Everything I ever hoped for." I whispered dreamily.
"Oh yes, your brother said this was the city of your dreams. But he told me that after you help him, you can go back to New York. "
"To my friends," I echoed.
In about an hour, we pulled up to a small mansion very beautiful. It has a feeling of dad, he liked to plant flowers. I see her, Sarah. She is as beautiful as I remember. Long, dark hair, tall and, of course, a smile that can make you melt like butter. Mr. Sebastian helped me out of the carriage. Before I left, Jack gave me pointers of what patterns women wore in the west, so I wouldn't stick out. He also gave me advice. Shop here, wear a different skirt every day, and be elegant, always. My brother came out, he too was tall, he reminds me of Ike, somewhat blond, and has an amazing smile. Mom was right about him, she knew he was handsome.
"Laura!" he greeted me. It was kind of weird answering to Laura. In New York, I was known as Hype. It would be hard for Ike too. I know it, being called a different name. I walked up to him, and he hugged me. Sarah hugged me to; her belly was as round as a watermelon that cost at least five cents at home. Home, here comes all of those images and memories at the harbor, the lodging house, my boat rides with Ike. It seemed so weird, instead of Hype and Ike in New York; I had to say Laura and Ike. I was dusty from the road. I hadn't had a bath since I left the last hotel I stayed at.
"Mr. Sebastian'" he called out. "Fix her up please."
"Aye!" he replied.
He took me into a room. Many of my brother's servants told me about him. Quickly they curled my hair, and dressed me up. I felt like Katherine. Now I know what she feels. I thought. I hated it, but I did look better, but still recognizable. I am still hype. I am a newsie and no one can take that away from me.