There was not time for many words. Arthur came at the last minute, and with him Charlie Millar. He held out his arms for the baby, but she would not look at him, and clung to Graeme, who clasped her softly.
“She has discrimination, you see,” said Charlie. “She knows who is best and wisest.”
“She is very like what Rosie was at her age,” said Mrs Snow. “Don’t you mind, Miss Graeme?”
“Do you hear that, baby!” said Charlie. “Take heart. The wee white Lily may be a blooming rose, yet—who knows?”
“You have changed,” said Mrs Snow, as Mr Ruthven came up to her with Will.
“Yes, I have changed; and not for the better, I fear,” said he, gravely.
“I do not say that—though the world and it’s ways do not often change a man for the better. Keep it out of your heart.”
There was only time for a word or two, and Graeme would not lose the last minutes with their friend. So she drew her away, and turned her face from them all.
“Oh, Janet! Must you go? Oh! if we only could go with you! But that is not what I meant to say. I am so glad you have been here. If you only knew how much good you have done me!”
“Have I? Well, I am glad if I have. And my dear, you are soon to follow us, you ken; and it will do you good to get back for a little while to the old place, and the old ways. God has been very good to you all.”