"Maurice reminds me of the day I first talked to him through the hedge," Rosalind remarked, smiling at him.
Maurice laughed. "I was pretty cross that day. I don't mean that I want to give the society up, only we can't meet here much longer, and it seems as if our fun was nearly over."
"It will soon be too cold to have our meetings out of doors; let's ask the magician if we can't meet there," Belle proposed.
"What fun! I almost wish I wasn't going home. You must all write to me about what you do," said Rosalind.
"We shall miss you dreadfully," Belle said, looking pensive for a moment.
"But she hasn't gone yet, so what is the use of thinking about something that is going to happen, when you are having a pretty good time now?" asked Jack, philosophically.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXTH.
THE PRESIDENT.
"—And good in everything."