This morning she was singing away at the top of her voice and running all over the house picking up things she wanted; and seemed so happy.

But this afternoon I found her down on the floor in the library crying as if her heart would break with her head in Father's big chair before the fireplace.

But she jumped up the minute I came in and said, no, no, she didn't want anything.

She was just tired; that's all.

And when I asked her if she was sorry, after all, that she was going to Boston to live, she said, no, no, no, indeed, she guessed she wasn't.