"Never!" cried Imogen.
Then the two friends exchanged a last kiss and parted.
"My love to Clover," Isabel called back.
"Always Clover," thought Imogen; but she smiled, and answered, "Yes."
CHAPTER III.
THE LAST OF DEVON AND THE FIRST OF AMERICA.
ITH the morrow came the parting from home. "Farewell" is never an easy word to say when seas are to separate those who love each other, but the Young family uttered it bravely and resolutely. Lionel, who was impatient to get to work and to his beloved High Valley, was more than ready to go. His face, among the sober ones, looked aggressively cheerful.