He will not come to see me nor will he speak to me.

Think of that." The tears that had welled up to her eyes fell in a piteous stream over her cheeks.

"Aunt Dorothy and Madge," she continued, "are so dear to me that the thought of leaving them is torture.

But I will go with you some day, John, some day soon, I promise you.

They have always been kind and gentle to me, and I love them and my father and my dear home where I was born and where my sweet mother died--and Dolcy--I love them all so dearly that I must prepare myself to leave them, John, even to go with you.