They stood silent, for the most part, and let them go without the usual facetious advice to "Be good to yourselves," and the hackneyed admonition to Chip to keep out of jail if he could.

There must have been something very wistful in their faces, for the Little Doctor smiled bravely down upon then from the buggy seat, and lifted up the Kid for a four-toothed smile and an ecstatic "Bye!" accompanied by a vigorous flopping of hands, which included then all.
"We'll telegraph first thing, boys," the Little Doctor called back, as the rig chucked into the pebbly creek crossing.

"We'll keep you posted, and I'll write all the particulars as soon as I can.

Don't think the worst--unless you have to.

I don't." She smiled again, and waved her hand hastily because of the Kid's contortions; and, though the smile had tears close behind it, though her voice was tremulous in spite of herself, the Happy Family took heart from her courage and waved their hats gravely, and smiled back as best they could.
"There's a lot uh cake you boys might just as well eat up," the Countess called belatedly.