"Dear little Anne! I'm so sorry we can't see her before we go back to the conservatory.

While we have been sitting here singing and enjoying ourselves, Anne has been appearing in her farewell performance.

I am glad we had a chance to visit her this summer, even though we had to cross the state to do it." "She will be here to-morrow night, but we shall be at the end of our journey by that time," lamented Jessica.

"I wish we might stay and see her, but we can't." "Never mind, you will meet her at Christmas time, when the Eight Originals gather home," comforted Miriam.
"But we'd like to see her now," interposed David mournfully.

"What is Oakdale without Anne ?" At that moment Mrs.Harlowe, who, after Nora's song, had excused herself and gone into the house, appeared in the door.
"Come, children," she smiled, "the feast is spread." "May I escort you to the table ?" asked David gravely, offering her his arm.