"Shall we have to stay here longer, on account of the will?" asked Gwen presently.
"Not here I think, but maybe for a few days in Portland, so we will keep to our original plan of closing Wits' End next week."
Therefore when the boat left the wharf early the following Monday, it bore away Miss Elliott, Gwen and Kenneth. The two latter stood together watching first the houses then the last bit of Sheldon woods disappear from view.
"Such an eventful summer it has been," said Gwen as they swung around into the bay and lost sight of Fielding's Island.
"It has brought joy and sorrow to us both," returned Kenneth.
"In spite of the sorrow I hate to leave the dear island," said Gwen. "Could anyone ever have supposed I should find not only you there, Kenneth, but that I should have met a relative who learned to care so much for me that he named me as principal legatee in his will. I never dreamed that such a thing could ever come to me. Truly it is the unexpected that has happened. Dear Daddy Lu, if only he could have lived, and we all have been happy together. I shall never forget him, never. Oh, Kenneth, here is where we used to turn to go to his retreat as I called it. Everything reminds me of him—everything." Her eyes filled.
"Don't grieve for him, dearest. He wanted you to be happy. It would please him best to know he had helped to make you so."
"I can be happy after a while, perhaps, but not now—not yet. If we could but be together—you and I as we have been this summer."
"But we are coming back," replied Kenneth—"and it will be together."