The best of friends must part

Good-bye, dear boy; sorry to lose you, but the best of friends must part.

But woe is me that the best of friends must part.

‘Well, the best of friends must part,’ said the lady. 

But the best of friends must part, and when at Mrs. Howard's last tea-drinking with us I saw how badly they all felt, and how many tears were shed, I firmly resolved never to like anybody but my own folks, unless, indeed, I made an exception in favor of Tom Jenkins, who so often drew me to school on his sled, and who made such comical looking jack-o'-lanterns out of the big yellow pumpkins.

The best of friends must part—their hair.