the hassock at my aunt's feet. I was
once more a member of society.



VI

TRAVEL

IT was time to say good-bye.

I had been down to my little
brother's grave and watered the sorrel
that grew on it -- I thought it was sor-
row, and so tended it; and I had walked
around the house and said good-bye to
every window, and to the robin's nest,
and to my playhouse in the shed. I
had put a clean ribbon on the cat's neck,
and kissed my doll, and given presents
to my little sisters. Now, shivering be-
neath my new grey jacket in the chill
of the May morning air, I stood ready
to part with my mother. She was a
little flurried with having just ironed
my pinafores and collars, and with hav-
ing put the last hook on my new Stuart
plaid frock, and she looked me over
with rather an anxious eye. As for me,
I thought my clothes charming, and I