"There is the guard; we are just off, I suppose. O Dick, how I wish you
were coming too! But I will write as often as I can.--Susie, be quiet. I
cannot hear myself speak."

"Well, mother," said Susie, shaking back her hair, and poking the point
of her parasol between the laces of Dick's boots, "look at the way he has
laced himself up; you said yourself he was to do it tidily. And his face
is smutty already; look at him."

"Good-bye, Dick," said Mrs. Beauchamp. The train was moving smoothly out
of the station, and she leant out as far as she dared, to get a last look
at the erect figure.--"There, Susie, father is out of sight. Leave the
boys alone."

Susie frowned.

"She'd better," said Tommy, in a choked voice.

"Now you're going to be naughty," said Susie.--"I know they are,
mother--they always begin like that; they're clawing at me with their
sticky fingers. Mother, tell them not to; I didn't say anything."

"You are a beastly blab," said Tommy defiantly.

"Tom, what a word! Sit down by nurse and look out of the window.--Susie,
it is really your fault--you are so interfering."

"I'm not interfering," said Susie, aggrieved. "I'm helping you to keep
them in order."