"And it makes one think," he supplemented.
"I believe I could guess your thoughts."
"Do, if you can," turning to her.
"As you looked at the sea, you felt a great, great, great longing to go home."
"I was watching that little black speck of a steamer, and I confess I'd like to go, for some reasons, in fact, I must go soon."
"Yes, and Mrs. Bourne has taken her passage for March, so as to be in time for the boys' Easter holidays."
"And you, Miss Miller?"
"Oh, as for me," striving to speak cheerfully, "I shall never see England again."
"But why not?"
"I have no home there; my mother has disowned me."