Captain Seaford stooped
to kiss the little upturned face.
"Oh, father, dear! If you and mother hadn't worked so hard to get me
ready for the long visit, I'd give it up now. I'd rather go back with
you."
"Tut, tut, Sprite! Be a brave lassie, and try to make the trip bravely.
Ye need the good schooling and the merry playmates. The Winter at the
shore is always dull. Cheer up, now. We're to have a letter, remember,
as soon as ye reach Avondale."
"Ay, ay, sir!" he said, as the conductor beckoned, impatiently, and
with another kiss, and a hasty "Good-bye," he left the car.
Sprite knew that he would stand on the platform, and she turned toward
the window.
Through blinding tears, she saw his stalwart form, and she tried to
smile, for his sake.
Before she could chase away the tears, the train had started, she saw
through her tear-dimmed lashes a blurred landscape, and then,--why she
was actually riding away from her seashore home! For a time she sat,
as if in a dream, and then the conductor came along. Little Sprite
looked up into his pleasant face, and wondered why he paused.
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