She doubted.

Whatever the shortcomings of the Church of England may be, she certainly trains her children into a devout observance of Sunday.
The next day, Monday, was to be their last,--a fact lamented by every one, particularly Phil, who regarded the High Valley as a paradise, and would gladly have remained there for the rest of his natural life.

Clover hated to take him away; but Dr.Hope had warned her privately that a week would be enough of it, and that with Phil's tendency to overdo, too long a stay would be undesirable.

So she stood firm, though Clarence urged a delay, and Phil seconded the proposal with all his might.
The very pleasantest moment of the visit perhaps came on that last afternoon, when Geoff got her to himself for once, and took her up a trail where she had not yet been, in search of scarlet pentstemons to carry back to St.Helen's.

They found great sheaves of the slender stems threaded, as it were, with jewel-like blossoms; but what was better still, they had a talk, and Clover felt that she had now a new friend.