The Sister and the nurse looked pityingly at Ida when they passed by, and, when the visitors' time was at an end, and she had to rise and go, the Sister put an orange into her hand, and spoke a few hopeful words.
Night was setting in as she walked homewards; it was cold, and the sky threatened snow.

She had only gone a few yards, when there came by a little girl of her own age, walking with some one who looked like a nurse-maid.

They were passing; but all at once the child sprang to Ida's side with a cry of recognition.

It was little Maud Enderby.
"Where have you been, Ida?
Where are you going?
Oh, I'm so glad; I wanted so to see you.

Miss Rutherford told us you'd left school, and you weren't coming back again.