"Pronti, partenza?" said the guard.
"Good-bye, Nancy! Good-bye, baby!" The bell sounded and the whistle blew.
"Good-bye, mother dear." The train moved slightly and Nancy waved her hand.
"Good-bye, Nancy! Good-bye, baby! Good-bye, my two darlings!"
The train was moving swiftly away.
"Perhaps to-morrow," cried Nancy, waving again. Then she drew back, lest a spark should fly into the baby's eyes.
Valeria stood like a statue looking after them. "Good-bye, Nancy! Good-bye, baby!"
They were gone.
And to-morrow was a long time away.