Finally, on Friday morning, the two girls, both bearing the same initials, met at Waterloo Station, en route for Southampton. Hunt was there, and also Mrs. Keith. Mrs. Keith looked broken down and very sorrowful; but whatever Hunt's feelings were, he kept them to himself. Kitty's face was radiant, and Katherine's face was strong. Katherine clasped Kitty's small hand, and bent towards Mrs. Keith, and said earnestly,—
"I will take great care of her. It is a venturesome thing that she is doing; but, on the whole, perhaps she is right."
"Her presence may keep Gavon from risking too much," said the widow; "that fact is my only consolation."
Then the train moved out of the station, and the deed was done.
CHAPTER XV.
THE GIRL HAD KITTY'S FACE.
Two girls were standing in a plain, barely-furnished room in the best hotel in Ladysmith. A trunk made of condensed cane was open, and the taller of the two was bending over it and taking out a white muslin dress. She shook it as she removed it from its place in the trunk, and then laid it on a tiny bed which stood in one corner of the room.
"I will put this on," she said; "then perhaps I shall feel cool. I never knew anything like the heat."