Mr. Sherbrooke accompanied Mr. Rosevelt and Star to the station where they had to take the train for Yonkers, and found comfortable seats for them.
“I shall see you again very soon,” he said to the old gentleman, as he took his hand at parting.
“I trust so. We shall be glad to see you at any time; and many thanks for this day’s pleasure,” Mr. Rosevelt replied, heartily.
“The obligation is all on my side,” Archie said, with a meaning glance at Star, which made the color come again and her heart to bound like a roe in her bosom.
The bell warned him that he must go, and with a lingering, loving pressure of her hand, he reluctantly bade them a final good-night and went away.
The young girl had no idea of the lapse of time after that, until she heard Mr. Rosevelt heave a long-drawn sigh.
She started, realizing then that they were almost home, and that she had not spoken one word since her lover left them.
“Uncle Jacob, are you very tired?” she asked, anxiously, and with a feeling of selfreproach.
“No, dear; only thinking how beautiful the world is under some conditions, how dreary under others,” he returned, watching her intently.
The young girl’s cheeks glowed hotly, but she had not a word to say in reply to those sentiments. But she knew that the events of that day had glorified the whole world for her, and all the way home she had been weaving golden plans for the future, when Archie—it came easier every time now—should take her to his simple home over the water—for of course it must be simple, since he was only an artist—and which she would make just as bright and beautiful as love and taste could make it.