It would be idle to waste any sympathy on Susan. There is an old adage, “As you make your bed, so must you lie in it.” She had done a dishonorable, untrue thing, and had repented only over its consequences.
It is very sad but true, that what we have once done, or left undone, said, or not said, can never be recalled. No repentance can efface its memory; no tears can blot it out; and only one, the great, kind Father, can forgive.
Susan to the last day of her life will have that act clinging to her. She can never forget it. 263
The moral is obvious, needing no words to make it plainer.
Immediately after dinner the school broke up and the departures began.
The farewells that were spoken, the tears that were shed, the oft-repeated kisses that were given, it would be difficult to tell.
By twilight the large building began to have a desolated look. Miss Ashton, pale and tired, stood bravely in a doorway, kissed and wiped away tears, and silently blessed pupil after pupil in rapid succession.
The Rock Cove party considerately made their farewells brief, and taking Marion with them hurried to the evening train that was to carry them home. Then down over the building settled the beautiful June twilight, and the year of study was over.
