She was all packed. Many things she had treasured were left in ruins. She could hardly wait the coming of daylight which heralded the arrival of the station wagon, the rickety old bus which would rattle up and take a load of eager girls jiggety jig to the north-bound train.
She must get home to help Cissy get the house aired and ready for Mother Dear and Junior and summer visitors. She had already asked both Chloe and Betsy and they had accepted “if.” Mimi, who was never stumped by “ifs” knew that they would come and that there was a happy summer ahead.
This took the bitter out of the goodbyes.
Only once when Mimi turned away from the fluttering hands and chorus of farewells and glanced toward the ashes of Prep Hall, were there tears in her eyes. She wiped them away with her bandaged hand.
After all, Sheridan was her Sheridan now and she was coming back some day.
THE END