Her eyes were red and swollen as if she had been crying a week, but she was strangely calm and self-possessed.

She had rushed away from them an impetuous child in an uncontrollable storm of grief.

Now as she came in they all felt that some great change had taken place in her, even before she spoke.

She seemed to have grown years older in that short time.
"I am going home to-morrow," she announced simply.

"I would start to-night if it wasn't too late to get the Washington train.