And if one lives every day for all it is worth and goes on to the next day prepared to make the best of whatever it may bring forth, one can never grow old in spirit.

Look at Mrs.Gray.She never will be 'years old,' she will always be 'years young.' I am so anxious to see Father and Mother and Mrs.Gray and the girls, but I hate saying good-bye to Overton.

Every year it seems to grow dearer." "That is because it has been our second home," was Anne's soft rejoinder.
A knock at the door, followed by a peremptory summons in Elfreda's voice, "Come on down to breakfast," ended the little talk.
By half-past eight o'clock Grace was on her way toward Main Street, bent on disposing of her errands with all possible speed.

The vision of her yawning trunk, flanked by piles of clothing waiting patiently to be put in it, loomed large before her.

Later on, keeping her appointment with Arline, she heroically tore herself from that fascinating young woman's society and hurried toward Wayne Hall, filled with laudable intentions.
Anne had finished her packing and departed to pay a farewell visit to Ruth Denton.
"Oh, dear," sighed Grace, "I hate to begin.