"Let me go to Homesworth," whispered Frank to Aunt Oldways.
Laura gravitated as surely to the streets and shops, and the great school of young ladies.
"One taken and the other left," quoted Luclarion, over the packing of the two small trunks.
"We're both going," says Laura, surprised. "One taken? Where?"
"Where the carcass is," answered Luclarion.
"There's one thing you'll have to see to for yourselves. I can't pack it. It won't go into the trunks."
"What, Luclarion?"
"What your father said to you that night."
They were silent. Presently Frank answered, softly,—"I hope I shan't forget that."
Laura, the pause once broken, remarked, rather glibly, that she "was afraid there wouldn't be much chance to recollect things at Aunt Oferr's."