"I don't know," she said, "that Father had at that time any thought of going. One morning he surprised me by telling me to get ready for a long journey."
"When was that?" I asked.
"I am not certain, but I know it was one day in the vacation, and a good while after you left."
"It must have been in September, then."
"Yes, I am almost sure it was in September."
"I suppose you were very glad to go."
"Yes, I was; but Father's intention was made known to me so suddenly that I had no time to say good-by to anybody, and that grieved me."
"You wanted to say good-by to somebody?"
"The Sisters, you know--and my schoolmates."
"Yes--of course; did your old servant go too?"