She looked up at him smiling. In these moods, he seemed to her, like a big, happy boy. "I'm glad such a little makes you joyous," she returned. "Such a little! Perhaps if you knew the immensity of my pleasure, you would not regard it so lightly," he said gaily. It seemed to Betty, he could hardly contain his exuberance of spirits. Talking rapidly, remarking every detail of the illuminations and the crowd, he completely engrossed her attention, and she was surprised at her own enjoyment of the evening. They returned about eleven o'clock, and not until they were nearing home, did Edgeway cease to be lively. For several minutes he did not speak, and she looked up into his face, to discover a gloom gathering in his eyes. "What troubles you?" she asked, kindly. "All good things have an end," he returned with a sigh. "This evening seemed quite long when it began,--but it's gone already," he added crossly. "What a spoiled boy you are," she said laughing, amused at his erratic moods. "There is always another beginning, you know. I will go again, and again, and again!" "Will you?" he asked eagerly, and the sunny smile came back. *********** Monday morning, Betty resumed her regular school work. On her return in the evening, a special delivery awaited her. She knew George's hand-writing, and opened it quickly. "Dear Betty, "I have determined suddenly to take Alma and Harold away for a change. Will start tomorrow morning early. We may be gone a long time, so try to call tonight. We wish to bid you 'good-bye.' "Yours in haste, "George." With an odd mixture of feelings, Betty went to Alma's home. She found her anxiously awaiting Betty. "I was so afraid you might miss our letter, dear," she said. "I couldn't be happy in going, without saying 'Good-bye' to you." "Are you going for long, then?" Betty asked, feeling a sudden lonesomeness coming over her. "I don't know. The truth is, Betty, I am nearly strong, but I find myself so continually lost in a painful effort at thinking,--I'm trying to remember something--I don't know what,--but it worries me, until I almost cry with disappointment. George says it is my nerves, and if he does not take me away directly, he fears I will be ill again." Betty took her hands lovingly. "Perhaps it is best. Dr. Cadman always knows best," she said with a slight flush. "You must write to me often, dear, and let me know directly you return." That night George took Betty home. When they reached the door, he said, "I will not come in, for I have much to prepare for the trip." "I hope it will benefit you all," returned Betty, suddenly realizing that their going was a new trial to her. "I expect great things to happen before I see you again," he said earnestly, "It would not be honorable for me to even mention my plans, but"--he stopped abruptly, and held out his hand "Good-bye," he said, gravely. "Good-bye," she said, trembling.