"And I think it would be very rude indeed for them not to make a good-bye call at yo' house this mawnin', even if you all are comin' up to-night." "Oh, I say, Lloyd, leave a little piece of me, please ma'am," he begged, in a meek voice.

"At least enough to help wind up the house party, to-night.

Say you'll forgive me!" he insisted, clasping his hands together and looking at her cross-eyed, with such a comical expression that she could not help laughing.
The last time! It's the last time! They said it as they stopped once more for the mail at the little post-office; as they turned regretfully homeward; as they went down the long avenue in the shade of the friendly old locusts.

They said it again when they wandered four abreast, and arm in arm about the place, for a farewell glance at every nook and corner, where they had romped and played in the five weeks just gone.

Even when the words were not wailed out disconsolately by one of them and echoed by the others, the thought that each thing they were doing was for the last time, went with them like a mournful undercurrent.
"Did you ever have a day fly by as fast as this one ?" asked Joyce that afternoon, looking up from the trunk that Mom Beck was helping her to pack.