“You needn’t say good-by to me,” said Doctor Forester, “for I’m going as far as Washington with you.”  He smiled at the joy which flashed into her face.

“Oh, are you really?” she cried.

“You needn’t say good-by to me, either,” said Frederic Forester, as she turned to him, standing next to his father, “for I’m going, too,”

“I think I’ll go along,” said Doctor Churchill.

“Will you take me?” Charlotte was smiling at Evelyn’s bewildered face.

“If Charlotte goes, I shall, too,” supplemented Celia.

Evelyn looked at them.  Surely enough, although in the hurry she had not noticed it before, they were all in travelling dress.  She had known they had meant to go as far as the city station with her; she saw now that they were fully equipped for the journey.  And Washington was nearly twenty hours away!

“You dear people!” murmured Evelyn, and rather blindly cast herself into Mrs. Birch’s outstretched arms.

There was only one thing lacking to her peace of mind.  Jeff had not appeared to bid her good-by.  Charlotte observed that Evelyn’s voice trembled a little when she said, “Where’s Jeff?  Will you tell him good-by for me?”

Charlotte answered, “He won’t fail, dear.  He’ll surely be at the station.”

But when they reached the station no Jeff was there.  Nobody seemed to notice, for the men of the party were busy looking after various details of the trip.  Celia was explaining to Evelyn and Lucy how it had all come about.

“Doctor Forester was so upset and sorry over your going,” she said, “that he went to thinking up excuses to go along.  He remembered an important medical convention in Washington, and persuaded Andy that he could get away for the three days’ session.  Then he invited Charlotte and me, and convinced Mr. Frederic that he ought to go, too.  We were only too willing, so here we are.”

“It’s the loveliest thing that could happen,” said Evelyn, and tried hard not to let her eyes wander to the doors of the station.

She had not seen Jeff since early in the afternoon, when, after hot argument, he had at last given up trying to persuade her that she need not go until the coming Tuesday.  To Just only, however, as he carried her little travelling bag on board the train for her, did she say a word.

“Please tell Jeff for me,” she said in his ear, as he established her in the designated section of the sleeping-car, “that I felt very badly not to say good-by to him.  But give him my best remembrance, and say that I’m sure he must have been kept from coming by something he couldn’t help.”

“Of course he must have been,” agreed Just, heartily, feeling like pitching into his delinquent brother with both fists for bringing that hurt little look into the hazel eyes below him.  “He’ll probably turn up just as your train gets under headway, and then he’ll be the maddest fellow you ever saw.  Hullo, I’ll bet that messenger boy is looking for you!” as he saw Frederic Forester pointing a blue-capped carrier of a florist’s box toward Evelyn.  He went forward, claimed the box, and brought it back to Evelyn.