I saw Alice and Charles laughing, and could hardly help joining them, when I looked at Bill, in whose countenance relief and grief were mingled.
It was a satisfaction to us when they went away.

Their visit was shortened, I suspected, by the representations Bill made to his mother.

She said, "Good-by," with coldness; but he shook hands with me, and said it was all right he supposed.
The day they went I had a letter from father which informed me that mother would not come to Rosville.

He reminded me that I had been in Rosville over a year.

"I am going home soon," I said to myself, putting away the letter.