HOMEWARD BOUND 207 waved them a last farewell, amid cries of " Don't stay long!" " Come back soon!" The next morning we sailed from Quccnstown to see home again after an absence of two years.thick were these most lovely wild flowers, while the air was alive with the song of the nightingale. We did not meet frequently, but always greeted each other as friends. She used to say that our work had made us such. Her sudden death was a shock and grief to all who had come into her gentle presence. She had been to the theatre but a week or two before she died, and the last thing she ever wrote for publication was her article on the play she then saw—our production of " The Winter's Tale " in London.