IT was the evening before the day on which the Story Girl and Uncle Blair were to leave us, and we were keeping our last together in the where we had spent so many happy hours. We had made a pilgrimage to all the old haunts—the hill field, the spruce wood, the dairy, Grandfather King’s , the Pulpit Stone, Pat’s grave, and Uncle Stephen’s Walk; and now we foregathered in the grasses about the old well and feasted on the little jam Felicity had made that day for the occasion.  
“I wonder if we’ll ever all be together again,” sighed Cecily.
 
“I wonder when I’ll get jam turnovers like this again,” said the Story Girl, trying to be gay but not making much of a success of it.
 
“If Paris wasn’t so far away I could send you a box of nice things now and then,” said Felicity forlornly, “but I suppose there’s no use thinking of that. Dear knows what they’ll give you to eat over there.”
 
“Oh, the French have the reputation of being the best cooks in the world,” rejoined the Story Girl, “but I know they can’t beat your jam turnovers and plum , Felicity. Many a time I’ll be hankering after them.”
 
“If we ever do meet again you’ll be grown up,” said Felicity gloomily.
 
“Well, you won’t have stood still yourselves, you know.”
 
“No, but that’s just the worst of it. We’ll all be different and everything will be changed.”
 
“Just think,” said Cecily, “last New Year’s Eve we were wondering what would happen this year; and what a lot of things have happened that we never expected. Oh, dear!”
 
“If things never happened life would be pretty dull,” said the Story Girl briskly. “Oh, don’t look so , all of you.”
 
“It’s hard to be cheerful when everybody’s going away,” sighed Cecily.
 
“Well, let’s pretend to be, anyway,” insisted the Story Girl. “Don’t let’s think of parting. Let’s think instead of how much we’ve laughed this last year or so. I’m sure I shall never forget this dear old place. We’ve had so many good times here.”
 
“And some bad times, too,” reminded Felix.
 
“Remember when Dan et the bad berries last summer?”
 
“And the time we were so scared over that bell ringing in the house,” grinned Peter.
 
“And the Day,” added Dan.
 
“And the time Padd............