"Won't have no more fun, Miss Leila—and nobody to snowball Billy, this winter."
"No, not this winter."
"Found another ground-hog yesterday. I'll let her alone till you come back."
John laughed. "Miss Leila will have long skirts and—hoops, Billy. There will be no more coasting and no more snowballing or digging up ground-hogs."
"Hoops—what for?" said Billy. John laughed.
"Please don't, John," she said, "it's too dreadful. Oh! I hear the whistle."
"Mark," said Mrs. Ann, "if George Grey comes—James, did you leave the wine-closet key?"
"Yes, my dear."
He turned to Leila, and kissing her said, "A year is soon over. Be a good girl, my child. It is about as bad for me as for you. God bless you. There, get on, Ann. Yes, the trunks are all right. Good-bye."
He stood a moment with John looking after the vanishing train. Then, he said, "No need to stay here with me, Mark," and the rector understanding him left him waiting for the westbound train and walked home across the fields with John Penhallow.