Next morning came parting with Grace, but it was a parting in which she allowed no sorrow to appear.
She utterly bewildered Mrs. Dorriman by saying to her, "You will, I hope, soon have very good news to send me."
"About what, my dear?" and poor Mrs. Dorriman's face was expressive of blankest bewilderment.
"About every thing, generally," said Grace; "never mind about understanding now, you will some day; and it will be all right."
When she and Paul had waved a last farewell Mrs. Dorriman stood looking out of the window till the carriage became a speck upon the horizon.
"I wonder what Grace meant, Margaret my love? she does say such odd things, sometimes. Did you hear what she said to me just now?"
"I do not think I know which particular thing you mean, dear auntie; Grace says so many odd things."
"She hoped I should soon have very good news to send her. Now, my dear, what news can I have to send her from here? It really is a very odd saying and I am quite puzzled."
"Do not puzzle yourself; Grace often says things that have no meaning."
"But what do you think, Margaret? You know her so much better than I do. What are you thinking about, just now?"