"I suppose it's right;" and I went off down the garden to say "Good-bye" to the men and women, and have a few last words with Ike.
As I went down the garden I suddenly began to feel that for a long time past it had been my home, and that every tree I passed was an old friend.

I had not known it before, but it struck me now that I had been very happy there leading a calm peaceable life; and now I was going away to fresh troubles and cares amongst strangers, and it seemed as if I should never be so happy again.
To make matters worse I was going down the path that I had traversed that day so long ago, when I first went to buy some fruit and flowers for my mother, and this brought back her illness, and the terrible trouble that had followed.

Then I seemed to see myself up at the window over the wall there, at Mrs Beeton's, watching the garden, and Shock throwing dabs of clay at me with the stick.
"Poor old Shock!" I said.

"I wonder whether he'll be glad when I'm gone.

I suppose he will." I was thinking about how funny it was that we had never become a bit nearer to being friendly, and then I turned miserable and choking, for I came upon half a dozen of the women pulling and bunching onions for market.
"I've come to say good-bye," I cried huskily.