This is your last day at that miserable school.

I am going for the doctor, as soon as you say you wont faint again." Thus my education at Miss Black's was finished with a blow.
When Aunt Mercy represented to Miss Black that I was not to return to school, and that she feared I had not made the improvement that was expected, Miss Black asked, with hauteur, what had been expected--what my friends _could_ expect.

Aunt Mercy was intimidated, and retired as soon as she had paid her the last quarter's bills.
A week after my tournament with Charlotte Alden I went back to Surrey.
There was little preparation to make--few friends to bid farewell.
Ruth and Sally had emerged from their farm, and were sewing again at grand'ther's.

Sally bade me remember that riches took to themselves wings and flew away; she _hoped_ they had not been a snare to my mother; but she wasn't what she was, it was a fact.
"No, she isn't," Ruth affirmed.

"Do you remember, Sally, when she came out to the farm once, and rode the white colt bare-back round the big meadow, with her hair flying ?" "Hold your tongue, Ruth." Ruth looked penitent as she gave me a paper of hollyhock seeds, and said the flowers were a beautiful blood-red, and that I must plant them near the sink drain.