Good-bye.

Goodbye." The ponies cantered down the road.

At the bend Isaac and Myeerah turned and waved their hands until the foliage of the trees hid them from view.
"Well, these things happen naturally enough.

I suppose they must be.
But I should much have preferred Isaac staying here.

Hello! What the deuce is that?
By Lord! It's Tige!" The exclamation following Col.