“You will let us hear how things are, Miss Lambert?”
“Oh, yes, I will write to Edna.”
“And you will take care of yourself?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Things maybe better than you expect; one can never tell.” He stopped and looked earnestly in her face, and she could see that he was very much moved. “I wish you could be spared all this, but I know you will do your best for everybody. I will not tell you now how we shall all miss you; the house will seem very empty when I go back.”
“You have been very good to me, Mr. Sefton; thank you for everything.”
“No one can help being good to you,” he replied gravely. “Good-bye, God bless you!” The train moved on, and he lifted his hat and stood aside.
“Oh, how kind every one is!” thought Bessie, as she leaned back wearily and closed her eyes. Was it all a dream, or was her beautiful holiday really over? Alas! the dull, aching consciousness told her too truly that it was sorrowful reality.