Then the boy paused and lifted his torn straw hat, and said:
“Good-night.”
“Good-night. God bless you, dee-ar David Lindsay.”
“And you too!”
So the children parted, to meet no more for years to come.
That night David Lindsay, being a boy, and therefore ashamed of his tears, cried “all alone by himself” in the little loft of his island cot.
That night, little Glo’, being a girl, sobbed herself to sleep on the sympathetic bosom of her “dee-ar Marcel.”
Long before light the next morning she took tearful leave of her uncle and her humble colored friends, and started in the custody of Miss Grip for the distant city where she was to spend her school days.
Before the end of the month she was duly entered as a resident pupil in the Academy of the Sacred Heart Convent. And Miss Agrippina de Crespigney returned to Promontory Hall to keep house for her nephew, well satisfied.