She broke down and wept bitterly. The Professor, distressed and helpless, took her into his arms and petted her.
"There, there, Baby, it will work out all right. Just let us go home, where we're used to things, and everything will look different."
"Yes, that's it, we'll all go home," sobbed Bambi, wiping her eyes.
"Where is Jarvis?"
"I don't know. But I can leave word for him here that we've gone back home."
"Then we can get the two o'clock train. Nothing but misery comes to people in these cities."
By dint of much hurry they caught the train, Ardelia protesting up to the moment when the train started that they couldn't possibly make it. Bambi sat, chin on hand, all the way, a sad, pale-faced figure. No one could suspect, to see her now, that she had been the brilliant flame-thing of the night before. Once the Professor patted her hand and she tried to smile at him, but it wasn't much of a success.
When they entered the house, and Ardelia bustled about to get them some tea, Bambi sat dejectedly, with all her things on, among the travelling-bags.
"Be of good courage, little daughter," her father said.
"Oh, Father Professor, are the fruits of success always so bitter—so bitter?" she cried to him.