to fer-get how good you was to me when I was sick. Good-by all, good-by.
I'm comin' often to see you. Good-by."

She looked slowly around on her friends, then walked down the
veranda to the waiting motor. Just as she reached it old Barbara came
shuffling up to her. "Oh, Drusilla," she mumbled, taking her hand,
"I'm so glad for you, I'm so glad. I hope it is a million dollars."

The loving touch was too much for tired Drusilla. The tears sprang
to her eyes and she clasped Barbara's hands in both of her own.

"Oh, Barbara," she said, "it gives me a hurt inside my heart to
leave you all behind! Listen, Barbara! Whether it's a million dollars
or only a hundred, you shall have new store teeth. Good-by!"

To Drusilla's embarrassment both Mr. and Mrs. Smith were waiting for
her beside the motor to say good-by, and were effusive in their
farewells.

"You will come to see us, won't you, Miss Doane, and you won't
forget us"--and Drusilla was tucked into the luxurious motor, a
footstool found for her feet, a soft rug wrapped around her and they
drove away.

She was quiet for the greater part of the journey, and Mr. Thornton
left her to her own thoughts. Finally she sat more upright and began
to take an interest in the fittings of the car. Mr. Thornton watched
her.

"Do you like the car?" he asked