Her father patted her reassuringly on the shoulder while her mother gave her a last loving kiss.
"I know you will, dear child," she said affectionately.

"Remember, Grace," added her father, a suspicious mist in his own eyes, "you are not to rush headlong into things.

You are to do a great deal of looking before you even make up your mind to leap." "I'll remember, Father.

Truly I will," responded Grace, her face sobering.
"All aboard! All aboard!" shouted the conductor.

Those who had entered the train to say farewell left it hurriedly.
"Good-bye! Good-bye!" cried Grace, leaning out the car window.
From the platform as the train moved off, clear on the air, rose the Oakdale High School yell.
"It's in honor of us," said Grace softly.