f the unknown Mrs. Joyce.
"How horrible it would be if she didn't like me when I get there!" she
said to herself.

Only one more day at Causey Island, and that a very busy and confused
one. The little house, which it had taken so many days to get in
order, was all pulled to pieces and dismantled in a few hours. Some
things, such as papa's desk, and Eyebright's own special chair, Mr.
Joyce ordered packed, and sent after them to Atterbury; the rest were
left to be sold, or perhaps let with the cottage, if any one should
hire it. Several articles, at his suggestion, Eyebright gave to Mrs.
Downs, and she gratified Mr. Downs extremely by making him a present
of the boat.

"You couldn't have done nothing to please me better," he said. "It'll
come real handy to have another boat, and we shall think a heap of its
being yours. And, I'll tell you what, we'll just change its name, and
call it 'The Eyebright,' after you. The first spare day I get, I'll
paint the name on the stern, so's we'll always be reminded of you
whenever we see it."

This was quite a flight of fancy for Mr. Downs.

By sunset the house was cleared of all that was to be taken away, and
Eyebright's trunk packed and locked. A very little trunk it was, and
all it held very old and shabby. Even Mrs. Downs shook her head and
said the things were hardly worth taking; but Eyebright didn't much
mind. Her head was full of other thoughts, and, beside, she had
learned to rely on Mr. Joyce as a helper out of all difficulties, and
she was content to leave herself and her future wants to him.

So, at early dawning of the third day, they left the island, rowing
down to the village in the newly christened "Eyebright," now the
property of Mr. Downs. The good-byes had been taken the evening
before, and Eyebright did not turn her head, as they glided away, to
look at the green tufted shore or the blue sea, bluer than ever in the
calm hush of a cloudless sunrise. Very steadily and carefully she
rowed, dipping her oars, and "feathering," as papa had taught her, as
if only intent on doing her task as well as possible for this the last
time. But later, after they reached the village, when the farewells
had all been spoken, the Downs family kissed, and herself and Mr.
Joyce were in the stage-wagon ready to start, she turned again for one
moment, and her eyes sought out the blue-green outline which they knew
so well. There it lay, with the calm waters all about it, the home
which