and
Mrs. Adams, and even patient old Job, who stood quietly in the
background, watching the scene about him with a half wondering air
of sympathy.
Jessie turned to enter the car.
"Wait just a minute more," said Katharine wistfully.
A sudden opening between the buildings gave her one more glimpse
of the figures still standing there as they had left them, and
Katharine strained her eyes to catch the parting wave of Alan's
cap, while her lips quivered. Then she exclaimed excitedly,--
"See, Jessie! See!"
They were just passing within sight of the hospital and, from a
well-known window, a hand was waving a farewell to them. It was
Bridget, who had begged to be moved to the window, that she might
be the one to say the final good by, before the train went rushing
away into the gathering twilight.
"I feel as if I had just been to a funeral," sighed Molly, as she
walked home with Polly; for she and Alan were to stay with Mrs.
Adams during their mother's absence.
"It was just like one," said Jean sorrowfully. But Polly objected.
"No, girls," she said; "no funeral was ever like this, for a
funeral is all sad, and this isn't. I'm sorry for them, more so
than I can tell; but, after all, it has given Katharine a chance
to show how glorious she is.
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