Katy and Clover felt embarrassed during this scene. They had always
been used to considering tears as things to be rather ashamed of,--
to be kept back, if possible; or, if not, shed in private corners,
in dark closets, or behind the bed in the nursery. To see the stylish
Lilly crying like a baby in the midst of a railway carriage, with
strangers looking on, quite shocked them. It did not last long,
however. The whistle sounded; the conductor shouted, "All aboard!"
and Mr. Page, giving Lilly a last kiss, disengaged her clinging arms,
put her into the seat beside Clover, and hurried out of the car.
Lilly sobbed loudly for a few seconds; then she dried her eyes,
lifted her head, adjusted her veil and the wrists of her three-
buttoned gloves, and remarked,--

"I always go on in this way. Ma says I am a real cry-baby; and I
suppose I am. I don't see how people can be calm and composed when
they're leaving home, do you? You'll be just as bad to-morrow, when
you come to say good-by to your papa."

"Oh! I hope not," said Katy. "Because papa would feel so badly."

Lilly stared. "I shall think you real cold-hearted if you don't,"
she said, in an offended tone.

Katy took no notice of the tone; and before long Lilly recovered from
her pettishness, and began to talk about the school. Katy and Clover
asked eager questions. They were eager to hear all that Lily could
tell.

"You'll adore Mrs. Florence," she said. "All the girls do. She's the