"What did I tell you?" cried Barbara triumphantly.
She looked sharply at her sister, who was unconsciously clasping the little note as though she derived positive consolation from the contact. She went to the door.
"Holland! is the cab still there?"
"Yes, Miss Barbara."
"Why don't you go back in it now, Alex?"
"Tonight?"
"Why not? She says she's waiting for you, and it would all be much easier than a lot of good-byes and things, with father and mother."
"I couldn't go without telling them."
"I'll tell them."
Alex felt no strength, only a longing for quiet and for Mother Gertrude.