‘Every week, Maggie! what in the world shall I get to say?’
‘Tell us what your life is like, whether your lodgings are comfortable, what sort of people you take up with.’
‘Well; all right.’
‘And, Alec, you had better write to father and me time about; and when you write to me you can send a little scrap for myself as well.’
‘That you needn’t show to anybody? I thought that was against your principles, Meg. Don’t mind me, I was only making fun of you,’ he added, suddenly throwing his arms round his sister’s neck; ‘of course I will send you a little private note now and then. Don’t cry, Maggie.’
‘I’m not crying.’
‘Yes, you are.’
‘It will be very lonely without you, Alec, all the long winter.’
‘I almost wish I weren’t going, for your sake; but I know you have helped me to get away, Maggie, and it was awfully kind of you.’
Here Mr. Lindsay’s voice was heard calling out that the travellers would miss the coach if they did not set off at once.