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Its Walls Were As Of Jasper
Theyhadmanagedtogetleaveoff,evidently,andmusthaverunupthehillandscamperedbreathlesslythroughthegate;andperhapstheycriedalittlewhentheyfoundthesquareempty,andthoughtthefunmustbeallover.Twoofthemhadgotholdofagreatwaxcandleapiece,asmuchastheycouldstaggerunder,andweretitteringsidewaysateachotherasthegreaseranbountifullyovertheirclothes.Athirdhadstrolledinamongthecompany,andwaschattingtoayounggentleman,withwhomsheappearedtobeonthebestofterms.Decidedly,thiswastherightbreedofangelforus.Noneofyoursick-bedornightnurserybusinessforthem!
Well,nodoubttheywerenowbeingmarried,HeandShe,justasalwayshappened.Andthen,ofcourse,theyweregoingtolivehappilyeverafter;andTHATwasthepartIwantedtogetto.Story-booksweresostupid,alwaysstoppingatthepointwheretheybecamereallynice;butthispicture-storywasonlyinitsfirstchapters,andatlastIwastohaveachanceofknowingHOWpeoplelivedhappilyeverafter.Wewouldallgohometogether,HeandShe,andtheangels,andI;andthearmour-manwouldbeinvitedtocomeandstay.Andthenthestorywouldreallybegin,atthepointwherethoseotheronesalwaysleftoff.Iturnedthepage,andfoundmyselffreeofthedimandsplendidchurchandoncemoreintheopencountry.
Thiswasallright;thiswasjustasitshouldbe.Theskywasaflecklessblue,theflagsdancedinthebreeze,andourmerrybridalparty,withjestandlaughter,joggeddowntothewater-side.
