“Just what I say. Miss Graham's goin' to Boston to-morrer, and I'm goin' with her—as far as the city.”
“But—but you're comin' back!”
“What should I come back here for? My summer job's over. If you want to know, my principal reason for comin' here this mornin' was to say good-by—to Mr. Brown, of course.”
Seth's arm dropped. He leaned heavily against the doorpost.
“You're goin' away!” he exclaimed. “You're goin' away! Where?”
“I don't know. Back home, I s'pose. Though what I'll do when I get there I don't know. I've sold the house, so I don't exactly know where I'll put up. But I guess I'll find a place.”
“You've sold your house? The house we used to live in?”
“Yes. The man that's been hirin' it has bought it. I'm glad, for I need the money. So good-by, Seth. 'Tain't likely we'll meet again in this life.”
She started toward the door once more, and this time he was too greatly disturbed and shaken by what she had told him to detain her. At the threshhold she turned and looked at him.
“Good-by, Seth,” she said again. “I hope you'll be happy. And,” with a half smile, “if I was you I'd stay keepin' lights; it, or somethin' else, has improved you a whole lot. Good-by.”