"I have a little private lecture to give you, Luther," I said. "Of course you have been very much absorbed in your own affairs lately, but is that an excuse for forsaking your old friends entirely? Especially if you are going away. Are you going away?"
"Yes," said Luther.
"When?" I asked.
"In April," he answered briefly.
GRANDMA KEELER INTRODUCES THE NEW TEACHER.
"And weren't you ever coming to see me, again?" I murmured with designing soft reproach.
"I was coming up by and by, to say good-bye," said Luther, brokenly.
"Only for that?" I questioned, and sighed with a perfect abandonment of rectitude and good faith to the selfish gratification of that moment.
"What else should I come up for?" he exclaimed, breaking out into sudden passion. "Except to tell you what you don't want to hear; that I love you, teacher, I love you."