A good hard gallop would have cured her anticipative homesickness, for it must be a very black care indeed that keeps its seat behind the rider.
The next morning the rector and John were at the station of Westways Crossroads when the Grey Pine carriage drove up.

Mrs.Ann and Leila were a half hour too early, as was Mrs.Penhallow's habit.

Billy was on the cart with the baggage, grinning as usual and full of self-importance.
"Well, Billy," said Leila, talking to every one to conceal her child-grief at this parting with the joyous activities of her energetic young life.

"Well, Billy, it's good-bye for a year." "Won't have no more fun, Miss Leila--and nobody to snowball Billy, this winter." "No, not this winter." "Found another ground-hog yesterday.

I'll let her alone till you come back." John laughed.