Kelly trailed his whip across the horses.
"Good-bye, Stanley," called Beryl, sweetly and gaily.

It was easy enough to say good-bye! And there she stood, idle, shading her eyes with her hand.

The worst of it was Stanley had to shout good-bye too, for the sake of appearances.

Then he saw her turn, give a little skip and run back to the house.

She was glad to be rid of him! Yes, she was thankful.