"It isn't you? You aren't sending me away?"
"No; we're not sending you. But we think it's best for you to go. We can't bear to see your dear, unhappy little face going about the passages."
"Does it mean that Mamma isn't happy without me?"
"Well—she would miss her only daughter, wouldn't she?"
The miracle. The shining, lovely miracle.
"Mary Olivier is going! Mary Olivier is going!"
Actually the girls were sorry. Too sorry. The compassion in Rose Godwin's face stirred a doubt. Doubt of the miracle.
She carried her books to the white curtained room where Miss Haynes knelt by her trunk, packing her clothes with little gentle, tender hands.
"Miss Haynes" (suddenly), "I'm not expelled, am I?"
"Expelled? My dear child, who's talking about expulsion?"