"Did you say you wanted to borrow some of my books?"
"No, thanks. I've got all the books I want. You've seen my two packing cases full."
"Ah, yes! I'd forgotten. So you're going to-morrow. That's rather soon, isn't it?"
"I told them that if appointed I'd start at once. I'm going to pack and then whip round and say good-bye to my friends."
"Ah, of course. I'll see you off in the morning; six o'clock, did you say?"
"Yes, six ten at the station."
So Jack took his hat and stick and strolled round to his few friends in the village to tell them he was going. The Bevengtons were furthest away, and he called there last. Bessie had been away in London and other places, nearly all the time he had been home, when he called now she was home. He had heard she was coming.
"I've come to say good-bye, Mrs Bevengton. I've got a job, and I'm going up north again."
They both looked pleased; Mrs Bevengton really liked Jack. "When are you going?" she asked.
"To-morrow morning."