I can't keep myself out of hot water unless I know how the land lies." That last day of the house-party seemed the shortest of all.

Betty and Miles Bradford strolled over to Tanglewood and sat for more than an hour on the shady stile leading into the churchyard.

Lloyd and Phil went for a last horseback ride, and Mary, watching them canter off together down the avenue, wondered curiously if he would have anything more to say about the bit of turquoise and all it stood for.
As she followed Joyce up-stairs to help her pack her trunk, a little wave of homesickness swept over her.

Not that she wanted to go back to the Wigwam, but to have Joyce go away without her was like parting with the last anchor which held her to her family.

It gave her a lonely set-adrift feeling to be left behind.