He could see her elfin little face peering around the point , watching for him wistfully . Paul sat up in bed , choking with tears . Oh , what were books and strange countries ? -- what was even Miss Trevor , the friend of a month ? -- to the call of the sea and Stephen 's kind , deep eyes and his dear rock people ? He could not stay away from them -- never -- never . He slipped out of bed very softly and dressed in the dark . Then he lighted the lamp timidly and opened the little brown chest Stephen had given him . It held his books and his treasures , but he took out only a pencil , a bit of paper and the foolscap book . With a hand shaking in his eagerness , he wrote : dear miss Trever Im going back home , dont be fritened about me because I know the way . Ive got to go . something is calling me . dont be cross . I love you , but I cant stay . Im leaving my foolscap book for you , you can keep it always but I must go back to Stephen and nora Paul He put the note on the foolscap book and laid them on the table . Then he blew out the light , took his cap and went softly out . The house was very still . Holding his breath , he tiptoed downstairs and opened the front door . Before it ran the street which went , he knew , straight out to the country road that led home . Paul closed the door and stole down the steps , his heart beating painfully , but when he reached the sidewalk he broke into a frantic run under the limes .
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