XI.

GOOD-BYE TO BEECHAM.

Was I glad to go home or
sorry?) How could I tell? When
it came to the train, it was all
such fun that I chattered away to
mamma as fast as possible about
the stations we should pass, and
the things we should see, till I
saw an old ‘gentleman opposite
exchanging smiles with mamma.
That made me feel shy, and shrink
back into the corner silent enough ;