General Armour became a little more erect and austere as he caught sight of these placards, and Mrs.Armour groaned inwardly; but their faces were inscrutable, and they quietly conducted their charge, minus her blanket, to the train which was to take them to St.Albans, and were soon wheeling homeward.
At Euston they parted with Lambert and Mrs.Townley, who quite simply and conventionally bade good-bye to them and their Indian daughter-in-law.

Lali had grown to like Mrs.Townley, and when they parted she spoke a few words quickly in her own tongue, and then immediately was confused, because she remembered that she could not be understood.

But presently she said in halting English that the face of her white friend was good, and she hoped that she would come one time and sit beside her in her wigwam, for she would be sad till her husband travelled to her.
Mrs.Townley made some polite reply in simple English, pressed the girl's hand sympathetically, and hurried away.

Before she parted from Mr.Lambert, however, she said, with a pretty touch of cynicism: "I think I see Marion Armour listening to her sister-in-law issue invitations to her wigwam.

I am afraid I should be rather depressed myself if I had to be sisterly to a wigwam lady." "But I say, Mrs.Townley," rejoined Lambert seriously, as he loitered at the steps of her carriage, "I shouldn't be surprised if my Lady Wigwam--a rather apt and striking title, by the way--turned out better than we think.