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Now lie down and give your poor head a rest . '' * * * * * Long before the last day of the journey came , Cordelia had quite recovered from her headache ; but , in accordance with Genevieve 's plan , she did not add her share to the Chronicles until the appointed time . Then , with almost a reverent air , she accepted the book and pen from Genevieve 's hands , and returned to the seclusion of her seat , rejoicing that Tilly was playing checkers with Bertha , and so would not , presumably , disturb her -- for a time , at least . `` To-day , at noon , we are to arrive at Bolo , '' she wrote a little unevenly ; then with a firmer hand she went on . `` Genevieve says this ought to be a retrospect , and touch lightly upon the whole trip ; so I will try to make it so . `` It has been a beautiful journey . Nothing serious has happened , though Bertha has worn her shoes all the time expecting it .