One night she
made her "farewell" to England and all it contained that had played
a part in her life.
It was the night before she reached New York.
As she came nearer and nearer to America, the thought of one who was
waiting for her--who had never shown anger or resentment toward her-
-whatever she did; who had never shown liking for any but her; who
had always given her the love of his heart and the fruit of his
brain; who had sheltered and taught and loved and suffered for her,-
-rose insistently before her and obliterated all other impressions
and all other memories.
As she spoke her "farewell" to England, Peg turned her little body
toward the quickly nearing shores of America and thanked God that
waiting to greet her would be her father, and entreated Him that he
would be spared to her, and that when either should die that she
might be called first; that life without him would be barren and
terrible! and above all, she pleaded that He would keep her little
heart loyal always to her childhood hero, and that no other should
ever supplant her father in her love and remembrance.
When she awoke nest day amid the bustle of the last morning on
board, it seemed that her prayer had been answered.
Her farewell to England was indeed final.
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