Breakfast was rather a quiet meal, for the shadow of saying good-bye hung over the little house party.
"When shall we see you again, I wonder ?" sighed Miss Southard regretfully.

"You are going home for Christmas, I suppose." "Oh, yes," replied Grace quickly.

"I wish you might spend it with us, but I suppose it would be out of the question.

You must come to Oakdale next summer.

We can't entertain you with plays and recitals, but we can get up boating and gypsy parties.