Her friends always said Jane could not go even the shortest journey without at least half a dozen papers.

But now they lay unheeded on the seat in front of her.

Jane was considering her Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and wondering why they had merely been weary stepping-stones to Friday.

And here was Friday at last, and once in the train en route for Shenstone, she began to feel happy and exhilarated.

What had been the matter with these three days?
Flower had been charming; Deryck, his own friendly, interesting self; little Dicky, delightful; and Baby Blossom, as sweet as only Baby Blossom could be.