There was little more talking, for as the evening drew on, the heaviness of the parting weighed too hard upon all hearts. The next day Dolly made the journey to Boston, and from there to her parents' house; and her childhood's days were over.
CHAPTER VII.
PLAYTHINGS.
Dolly did not know that her childhood was over. Every pulse of her happy little heart said the contrary, when she found herself again among her old haunts and was going the rounds of them, the morning after her return home. She came in at last to her mother, flushed and warm.
"Mother, what are we going away for?" she began.
"Your father knows. I don't. Men never know when they are well off."
"Do women?"
"I used to think so."
"Is it as pleasant in England as it is here?"