I wish I could go with you," cried a voice from the road-side.

It was Fred, who had not been able to finish his work before, and who had only painted his last snail just in season to throw his now illustrated list after Elsli.
This last greeting brought the tears to Elsli's eyes.

She seemed now fully to realize that she was leaving home, leaving all who had ever known and loved her.

Clarissa saw it all, and, taking Elsli's hand in hers, she expressed, by the warm grasp that she gave her, a mother's sympathy and love.
For the next week the doctor's family were busy talking over and over all the events of the past few weeks, from the arrival of little Nora to Elsli's final departure.

On the tenth day came a long letter from Elsli, which gave food for farther conversation.