Saying good-bye threatened to be a harder task than any of them had imagined it to be.
Even Hippy, usually ready of speech, wore a look of concern decidedly out of place on his fat, good-humored face.
"Do say something funny, Hippy!" exclaimed Nora in desperation.

"This silence is awful.

In another minute we'll all be weeping.

Can't you offer something cheerful ?" Hippy fixed a reflective eye upon Nora for an instant, then recited in a husky voice: "Remember well, and bear in mind, That fat young men are hard to find." There was a shout of laughter went up at this and things began to take a brighter turn.
"Now will you be good, Nora ?" teased David.
"Humph!" sniffed Nora.

"I knew his sadness was only skin deep." "After all," said Anne Pierson, "why should we look at the gloomy side.
You are all coming home for Thanksgiving and the time will slip by before we realize it.