Good-night, Miss Dexie."
The warm clasp of the hand, and the earnest look in his dark grey eyes,
lingered in Dexie's memory until sleep had put all thoughts aside and mixed
the real with the unreal in troubled dreams.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
One bright summer morning, while the dew still glistened like diamonds on
grass blades and flower petals, Dexie and her father were to be seen
walking quickly in the direction of the depot, and, on arriving there, were
surprised to see Mr. Traverse waiting on the platform.
"What, Traverse, are you off this morning too?" said Mr. Sherwood.
"Yes, I have business in Boston; some machinery to order. And you, Miss
Dexie, are you going on a journey as well?"
"Oh, no; I have come to see papa safely on board the train, and to jog his
memory about a few trifles I want him to bring me home from the Hub."
"Ha, ha; a few trifles, indeed! If you expect me to bring back half the
things you have mentioned, you had better come along with me, for I've
forgotten them already," her father laughingly replied.
"I thought that would be the way," Dexie replied with a smile, "but you
will not get off so easily as you think.
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