It was hard to bear, but he bore it; till she snatched her arms away from his neck and ran out of the room.

Yet she had not bid him good bye and he stood in doubt, looking after her.

Then remembered Karen.
He went into the kitchen and shook the old shrivelled hand which was associated in his memory with many an old act of kindness, many a time of help in days of need.
"Good bye, Karen." "Well -- good bye, -- " said the old woman slowly, and holding his hand.

"I sometimes wonder what ever you were brought into the world for, Mr.Winthrop." "Why, Karen ?" "Because I aint much better than a fool," she said, putting her other hand to her eyes.

"But ye're one of the Lord's precious ones, Governor; he will have service of ye, wherever ye be." Winthrop wrung her hand.