Ah, hum! I cal'late we'd ought to be thankful we've got work to do, Zoeth.

It'll help take up our minds.

There are goin' to be lonesome days for you and me, shipmate." There were lonely days for Mary-'Gusta also, those of that first month at Mrs.Wyeth's and at the Misses Cabot's school.

For the first time in her life she realized what it meant to be homesick.

But in the letters which she wrote to her uncles not a trace of the homesickness was permitted to show and little by little its keenest pangs wore away.