"Dan, my boy," Mr. Abbott held the hand of his eldest in a firm clasp and looked deep into his eyes, "let your first thought be how best you can regain your strength. If you need me, wire and I will come at once." Then putting his hand in his pocket, he drew out an envelope. "The passes are in here. Put them away carefully." Then he turned to Jane. "Goodbye, daughter. You will be nearer. Come home when you want to. May heaven protect you all." The two younger children gave "bear hugs," over and over again, to their dad and grandmother, and when at last all were seated in the taxi, they waved to the two who stood on the porch until they had turned a corner. Dan smiled at Jane as he said: "This is indeed an exodus. That little old home of ours never lost so many of us all at once." "Gee, I bet ye the apple orchard'll wonder where me and Julie are," the boy began, but Jane interrupted fretfully. "Oh, I do wish you would be more careful of the way you speak, Gerald. You know as well as any of us that you should say where Julie and I are." The boy's exuberance for a moment was dampened, but not for long. He soon burst out with, "Say, Dan, you know that story Dad tells about a brown bear that came right up to the cabin door once. Do you suppose there's bears in those mountains now?" "I'm sure of it, Gerry. Dozens of them, but they won't hurt us, unless we get them cornered." "Well, you can bet I'm not going to corner any of them," Gerry confided. "But I'd like to have a little cub, wouldn't you, Julie, to fetch up for a pet?" The little girl was doubtful. "Maybe, when it grew up, it would forget it was a pet bear, and maybe you'd get it cornered, and then what would you do?" Dan laughed. "The bear would do the doing," he said. He glanced at Jane, who sat looking out of the small window at her side. He did not believe that she really saw the objects without. How he wished he knew what the girl, who had been his pal all through their childhood, was thinking. As he watched her, there was again in his eyes that yearning, wistful expression, but Jane did not know it as she did not turn. The little station at Edgemere was soon reached, the trunks checked for the big city beyond the river, and, after a short ride on the train and ferry, they found themselves in the whirling, seething mass of humanity with which the Grand Central Station seemed always to be filled.