"Is Mrs. Sandford in Melbourne—I mean, near Melbourne—now?" I asked at length.
"No, she is in Washington. But she will be going to the old place before long. Would you like to go, Daisy?"
I could hardly tell him. I could hardly think. It began to rush over me, that this parting from Magnolia was likely to be for a longer time than usual. The river murmured by—the sunlight shone on the groves on the hillside. Who would look after my poor people?
"You like Magnolia after all?" said the doctor. "I do not wonder, so far as Magnolia goes, you are sorry to leave it."
"No," I said, "I am not sorry at all to leave Magnolia; I am very glad. I am only sorry to leave—some friends."
"Friends?" said the doctor.
"Yes."
"How many friends?"
"I don't know," said I. "I think there are a hundred or more."
"Seriously?"