"Good-night." He spoke almost brusquely, and went directly away, without offering his hand or looking at any of them again.
Phebe followed Gerald into her room when the two girls went up-stairs, and sat watching her friend's quick movements as she completed some last arrangements for the journey.

It was strangely unlike Phebe not to offer to help her, but somehow Gerald looked so strong and able and self-sufficient, and she herself felt so tired and weak to-night.
"How quiet you are!" said Gerald, folding a soft shawl smoothly over the top of a tray.

"Haven't you any last message to give me?
Isn't there any thing you would like me to do for you in New York ?" "Nothing, thank you." "You are sure?
Well, now I am through and mustn't keep you up longer.

You have all been exceedingly kind, Phebe, both to myself and that troublesome Olly.

I appreciate it, even though I don't say as much about it as perhaps some would." "Have you really enjoyed it here, Gerald?
Have you been happy?
Will you miss us a little--just a little--when you are gone ?" "I shall miss _you_, child, of course.