“Yes. I start home to-morrow night.”
Both girls heard this piece of news with regret, for both had become greatly attached to young Wolfe.
At this juncture Jimmy, who was now able to get around, turned to Shirley.
“And had it not been for you, Miss Shirley,” he said seriously, “there is no telling what might have happened to me. Certainly you saved me from myself.”
Shirley extended her hand, and the boy grasped it warmly.
“I could never have rested in peace had you gone away, Jimmy Smith,” she said with a faint smile. “I shall never forget that it was a few unthoughtful words of mine that almost sent you on the wrong road.”
“Don’t talk like that, Miss Shirley,” said Jimmy. “You know better.”
“Of course, she does,” said Leonard and Mabel in the same voice.
“Well,” said Shirley, laughing, “we won’t argue about it. Everything has turned out all right, and I am sure that each of us has had a good time.”
“Indeed we have,” exclaimed the others.