"Take care! Go back inside!"
The train was now moving, and I was holding to the iron bar.
"Oh, Mr. Hamilton," I cried, "I've forgotten Verley! I've forgotten my little dog!"
He kept walking by the train, and now, as its speed increased, he was forced to run. He put his hand to his mouth and called to me:
"I'll bring him to you, little girl. Don't you worry!"
Worry!
I went back to my seat, and all that afternoon I did not move. The shining country slipped by me, but I saw it not. I was like one plunged in a deep, golden dream. There was a pain in my heart, but it was an ecstatic one, and even as I cried softly, soundlessly, something within me sang a song that seemed immortal.