“Oh, you understand how hard it is, don’t you, dear?  You’re the only one in the world who does, because you had to give up all this, too.”

Gazing at the pictured face through her tears, she recalled how Lloyd had met her disappointment, trying to live each day so unselfishly that she could go on, stringing the little pearls on her rosary.

“If you could do it, I can too,” she said presently.  “And the best of having such a chum is I needn’t leave you behind when I leave school.  You are one thing that I don’t have to give up.”

That picture was the last thing she put into her trunk.  She left it hanging on the wall while she did all the rest of her packing, that she might glance at it now and then.  It helped wonderfully to remember that Lloyd had had the same experience.  Madam Chartley came in while she was in the midst of her preparations for leaving, glad to find her making them with her usual energy and interest When in answer to her offers of assistance Mary assured her there was nothing any one could do, she said, “I’ll not stay then, except to say one thing that I may not have opportunity for later.”  She paused and laid her hands on Mary’s shoulders, looking down at her searchingly and kindly.

“I want you to know this—­that I have never had a pupil whom I parted from as reluctantly as I shall part from you.  Your enthusiasm and love of school have been a joy to your teachers and an inspiration to every girl in Warwick Hall.  If it were merely a matter of expense I would not let you go, but under the circumstances I have no right to interfere.  You ought to go.  And my dear little girl, remember this, whenever regrets come up for the school days brought so suddenly to a close, that school is only to prepare us to meet the tests of life, and already you have met one of its greatest—­’To renounce when that shall be necessary, and not be embittered!’ And you are doing that so bravely that I want you to know how much I admire and love you for it.”

To Madam’s surprise the words of praise did not carry the comfort she intended.  Mary’s arms were thrown around her neck and a tearful face hidden on her shoulder, as leaning against her she sobbed, “Oh, Madam Chartley!  I wish you could feel that way about me, but honestly I haven’t stood the test.  I can renounce for myself, and not feel bitter, but I can’t renounce for Jack!  It makes me wild whenever I think of all he has to give up.  It isn’t right!  How could God let such an awful thing happen to him, when he has always lived such a beautiful unselfish life?”