They drove away at last from the club early in the morning, so that they had the entire house to see them off. It was very nearly as bad as leaving Ridgetown. "I shall not be able to walk past your door for some days," said one red-haired girl. "Oh, don’t I know that feeling?" She was compelled to stay in London, with only a fortnight’s holiday in summer time. "I shall send you forget-me-nots by every post," said Jean. "You’ll be in love with the new girl in a week." "I won’t," said the red-haired girl. They had gifts from all of the girls stowed away somewhere. What a morning! Even the hall porter showed signs of dejection at their going. "It will never be the same without you, miss," he said to Mabel. One’s own family were not so complimentary. Mabel and Jean left in a heaped-up four-wheeler. "I feel quite sick, you know," said Jean. It was a historic statement, and Mabel had her own qualms. They left a houseful of good little friendly people, a dazzling, hard-working London, and they were going back--to the wedding of Isobel. Mabel had not got over the feeling that drama only exists in a brilliant manner in London, and that life in one’s own home, though peaceful, was drab colour. It wouldn’t be drab colour, it would be radiant of course, if happy unexpected things happened there. How it would lighten to the colour of rose, oh gorgeous life, if such a thing could ever happen now! But it wouldn’t. All that would happen would be that Robin would marry Isobel and that she should keep on playing piano. Ah well, in any case, she could play piano a long way better than she ever did. And Jean could sing with a certain distinction of method. Not nearly ripe, this method, as Jean informed every one, but on the way. Her voice would be worth hearing at twenty-five. Much of the effect they would make on Ridgetown was invested in the boxes piled above them. All their spare time lately had been taken up in spending their allowance in clothes and panning things neatly out to London standards. It gave them an amount of reliance in themselves and in their return which was very exhilarating. Though what did it all matter with Miss Annie gone? "It terrifies me to think of Ridgetown without Miss Annie. What shall we do there?" asked Jean mournfully. "Yes, that’s it," replied Mabel. "No one dying in London would make that difference. I shall think, as we are driving home, Miss Annie isn’t there. Won’t you?" "And here they would only have a little more time for somebody else," said Jean. They drove through the early morning streets with a tiny relief at their heart. On their next drive they would know everybody they passed. "Oh, how deadly I felt when I came here!" said Jean. "Knowing no one, and thinking that if I died in the cab no one near me would care!" They reached Ridgetown in the afternoon. A carriage was drawn up at the station gates. In it were Mrs. Leighton, Miss Grace and Elma. Mabel stood transfixed.