Thus one of my good-byes is over.

By the time that they are all ended, and we have returned to the house, I am drowned in tears, and my appearance for the day is irretrievably damaged.

My nose is certainly _very_ red.

It surprises even myself, who have known its capabilities of old.

Bobby, always prosaic, suggests that I shall hold it in the steam of boiling water, to reduce the inflammation.