But you don't suppose that every one who goes to war gets shot, do you?
I may be one of the lucky ones; so don't cry any more." But Julia could not control her feelings.

The thought that her brother was to be exposed to the slightest danger was terrible; and Frank, seeing that it would do no good to talk to her, left the room, and went into his study, where he wrote to Archie, stating that he would start for Portland the next day.

He spent the forenoon in wandering about the house and orchard, taking a long and lingering look at each familiar object.

He locked the museum, and gave the key to Julia, who was close at his side wherever he went.

Even Brave seemed to have an idea of what was going on, for he followed his master about, and would look into his face and whine, as though he was well aware that they were about to be separated.
Immediately after dinner, the carriage which was to convey Frank and his baggage to the Julia Burton drew up before the door.