I turned away without answering, but at my own door I stopped, and again held out my hand.
“Willy,” I said, breaking into tears, “say ‘Good-bye.’”
He took my hand again, and kissed it softly; he was crying too.
“God help us both!” he said. “Good-bye.”
CHAPTER VI.
A RESOLVE.
“Sad is my fate; I must emigrate
To the wilds of Amerikee.”
Old Irish Song.