The little room, dismantled of its decorations, was bare and cold.

The bag, closed and strapped, rested on the floor by the door, together with the two violins in their cases, ready to carry.
"We must hurry, son.

It's a long tramp before we take the cars." "The cars--the real cars?
Do we go in those ?" David was fully awake now.
"Yes." "And is that all we're to carry ?" "Yes.

Hurry, son." "But we come back--sometime ?" There was no answer.
"Father, we're coming back--sometime ?" David's voice was insistent now.
The man stooped and tightened a strap that was already quite tight enough.

Then he laughed lightly.
"Why, of course you're coming back sometime, David.