"Good evening," called a cheery voice from the veranda. It was Mr. Clayton.
"Kenneth called to see you, Miss Bright," he continued. "He would like you to go for a drive with him this evening."
"He didn't say."
The two women entered the house, and soon returned refreshed. On the spacious veranda, the family gathered in the cool of the day, to feast their eyes on the gorgeous sunsets.
"Do you know," said Esther, "it refreshes me whenever I look at snow-capped Mt. Graham?"
She looked far away to the south. "I shall miss it all," she said, pensively, "all the grandeur of scene, miss all of you here, miss my dear children, when I go home."
"Oh, I hate to think of your going," said Edith, lifting the teacher's hand to her cheek. "I'm afraid you won't come back."
"What's that I hear about not coming back?" asked Kenneth Hastings, who, at that moment, joined them.
"I said I was afraid Miss Bright wouldn't come back," explained Edith.