Good-by, Dolores--dear sister.

I have done nothing, and you have done everything for me all your life.

Good-by--one kiss--then we must go, for it is late." With her soft hands she drew Dolores' head towards her, lifted the hood a little, and kissed her tenderly.

All at once there were tears on both their faces, and the arms of each clasped the other almost desperately.
"You must come to me, wherever I am," Dolores said.
"Yes, I will come, wherever you are.

I promise it." Then she disengaged herself quickly, and more than ever she seemed a spirit as she went before, leading her sister by the hand.