"Good-bye, my treasures."
"Good-bye."
She passed out to the carriage.
"Send Minny to me once again, Bernard."
Minny came.
Della threw her arms around her, and pressed her to her heart.
"I never parted from you before, dear Minny, and I can scarcely give you up. Were it not that health demanded it, and a narrow purse forbade our both going, this would have never been. There! don't cry, Minny; when we meet, it will be never to part again."
Was there prophecy in those parting words?
As the carriage rolled away, Minny stood holding the heavy black curls from her brow, gazing earnestly after it as long as she could see Della's white handkerchief waving her adieu; then, bursting into a flood of tears, she took the babe from its father's arms, and entered the house.