beyond, you--you may rest assured that you carry--"

The old lady stopped; she did not say any more; she sat down and
seemed to be carefully wiping her spectacles. Mavis rose to go,
girl-like; she hated anything in the nature of a scene, especially
when made over such an insignificant person as herself. At the same
time, her farewell of the two old ladies, with whom she had lived
for so long, affected her far more than she would ever have thought
possible. Halfway to the door, she hesitated; the noise made by Miss
Annie blowing her nose decided her. In a moment, she had placed her
arms about Miss Helen and Miss Annie, and all three women were
weeping to their hearts' content.

Some seventy minutes later, it was two very forlorn-looking old
ladies who stumbled into the train that was to take them to
Worthing. Meanwhile, Mavis had packed her few remaining things and
had gone down to the kitchen to say good-bye to Amelia.

Directly Amelia caught sight of her and she burst into tears. Mavis,
somewhat disconcerted by this evidence of esteem, gave Amelia five
shillings, at which the servant wept the more.

"Oh, miss! what shall I do without you?"

"You'll get on all right. Besides, you're going for a holiday to
Southend."

"Moind you let me come to you when you're married," sobbed Amelia.

"I shouldn't count on that if I were you."