Bertha said all she could to induce him to meet her again; but the cunning youth was afraid that some trap might be set to catch him, and he assured her that this was positively his last appearance at Woodville for the present. He was satisfied that Mr. Grant had taken the case into his own hands, and that she could not save him if she would.
"Now, good-bye, Miss Bertha," said he, wiping a tear from his face.
"Don't go, Noddy," pleaded she.
"I must."
"You haven't any clothes but those you have on, and you have no money."
"I don't want any. I can get along very well. Won't you shake hands with me before I go?"
"Certainly, I will," replied she, giving him her hand. "You will not let me do anything for you now?"
"You have done more than I deserve. Good-bye, Miss Bertha," said he, pressing the hand he held.
"Good-bye, Noddy," replied she. "Good-bye, if you must go."
"There comes your father," exclaimed he, as he bounded off into the grove with the speed of an antelope.