“But think what an adventure it will be,” said Mrs. Thornton bravely: “much more than if I come too!⁠—You’ll have to look after the Liddlies just as if you were a real grownup!”

“But I don’t want any more adventures!” sobbed Emily: “I’ve got an Earthquake !”

Passions were running far too high for anyone to be aware how the final separation took place. The next thing Mrs. Thornton could remember was how tired her arm had been, after waving and waving at that dwindling speck which bore away on the land breeze, hung awhile stationary in the intervening calm, then won the Trade and climbed up into the blue.