"You will be a playwright some day, Hippy." "I'd rather be a brakeman," persisted Hippy with his Cheshire cat grin.
It was half-past ten o'clock when the last good night had been said and the young people were on their way home.

As the Nesbit residence was so near Mrs.Gray's home, Miriam was escorted to her door by a merry body guard.

At Putnam Square the little company halted for a moment before separating, Nora, Jessica, Hippy and Reddy going in one direction, Grace, Anne, Tom and David in the other.
"Are you coming down to the train to-morrow morning to see us off ?" asked David Nesbit, his question including the four girls.
"Of course," replied Grace.

"Don't we always see you off on the train whenever you go back to school before we do ?" "Then we'll reserve our sad farewells until the morn," beamed Hippy.
"Sad farewells!" exclaimed Nora scornfully.

"I never yet saw you look sad over saying good-bye to us.