“Oh yes; do come!” she said.
June had got into the carriage, and was busy arranging her various possessions.
“You’ll be left behind, Esther,” she said warningly.
Esther turned at once.
“Good-bye, Mr. Mellowes.”
Micky took her hand in a hard grip.
“Good-bye––but only till to-morrow....”
He stood back as the train started; the last glimpse the two girls had of him was his radiantly smiling face.
“Do you know,” said June, settling herself in a corner, “I believe I’m half in love with that man, after all. Isn’t he just a dear?”