There isn't much more than a week left now." She sighed again.
"And then you will have no more fun at all ?" asked Isabel.
"Not a scrap--nothing but work." Dinah's voice quivered a little.

"I don't suppose it has been very good for me coming out here," she said.
"I--I believe I'm much too fond of gaiety really." Isabel's hand touched her cheek.

"Poor little girl!" she said.

"But you wouldn't like to leave your mother to do all the drudgery alone." "Oh yes, I should," said Dinah, with a touch of recklessness.

"I'd never go back if I could help it.