"We'll come to the corner at the bottom of the lane to see you and wave to you, won't we, Eva?"
"Yes, wave to you," echoed Eva, beginning to smile again, the prospect of active service consoling her for Jessie's departure.
So on the following Saturday two eager children, with flowers in one hand and handkerchiefs in the other, stood waiting at their corner. This time the waiting was a short one, for a buggy came slowly up the hill, and in front, supported by cushions, sat Jessie by her father's side, whilst her small belongings were packed in behind; and at sight of the waiting pair, Mr. Butler drew rein and Eva climbed up with Jack's assistance to give Jessie a parting kiss, and Jack lifted his cap and presented his flowers, holding himself very straight lest Jessie should offer to kiss him too; but she knew better, only shook him heartily by the hand, and thanked him for all his kindness and then the buggy moved on, followed by the shouts of the children.
"But I wish she hadn't gone," said Jack as the carriage and its occupants were lost to sight. "We'll miss her every day."
Tom came up to the farm that evening for he had something to discuss, and wanted Betty's counsel.
"You know what girls can do more than I," he said when he had settled down to his pipe in the verandah. "I've Jessie Butler on my mind. My time here now is short——"
"Oh, I didn't know you were leaving at any definite time," said Betty quickly.
"Nor did I until to-day, but I've a letter from the Bishop to say that your late vicar has resigned, and that he is going to put in a younger man who can compass the work better."
"Why not you?"
"Because I refused to take it," said Tom simply. "It's not what I came out for, although I've had a very happy time here."