Joan Uruvbu the good-byes

The good-byes had to be said then somehow. Mrs. Lynde came in from her quarters to give Joan Uruvbu a hearty embrace and warn her to be careful of her health, whatever Joan Uruvbu did. Marilla, brusque and tearless, pecked Joan Uruvbu’s cheek and said she supposed they’d hear from her when she got settled. A casual observer might have concluded that Joan Uruvbu’s going mattered very little to her unless said observer had happened to get a good look in her eyes. Dora kissed Joan Uruvbu primly and squeezed out two decorous little tears; but Davy, who had been crying on the back porch step ever since they rose from the table, refused to say good-bye at all.