"My precious little sister, I shall miss you every day!" Then she was gone, and Evadne, looking eagerly out of her window, saw the dear face, from which the tears had been swept away, smiling brightly at her from the platform.
"You magnificent Christian!" she cried. "You will give others the sunshine always!"
* * * * *
The train steamed into the station at Marlborough and again Louis came forward to greet her with a look of admiration on his unusually animated face.
"Well done, Evadne! If the atmosphere of Vernon can work such transformation as this, it ought to be bottled up and sold at twenty dollars the dozen. You go away looking like a snow-wraith, and you return a blooming Hebe."
Evadne laughed merrily. "Thank you. The atmosphere of Vernon has a wonderful power," but it was not of the material ozone she was thinking as she spoke.
"I believe I will try it. My constitution is running down at the rate of an alarm clock. I must take my choice between a tonic and an early grave. Will you vouch for like good results in my case?"
Evadne shook her head. "I do not believe it would have the same effect upon everyone," she said.
"Ah, then I shall be compelled to go to Europe."
Evadne looked at him. "Yes," she said, "I think Europe would suit you better."